District 2 Reapings
Sommer Riley
*Yaaaaawwwwwn* Mmm, what a good night's sleep. I wake up in my room in the same orphanage I've lived at for my entire life. If I have parents than they aren't interested in me. Those damned people who were supposed to take care of me... how dare they abandon me as their daughter! I would have rightfully abandoned them as my parents if I could talk! They should have felt blessed to give me a home, but no! I was just the result of some stupid little fling, or more likely the result of some prostitute forgetting to use protection... no I can't let that get to me. They don't matter, there's only one person that does. The one person in my life that I'll always love. I get out of bed and walk to my dresser, look at the photo I have of him and wonder if he'll expect my surprise coming. My true love Teddy Jameson, the greatest man in the world. We're in love, but he's always playing hard to get. I know that he loves me back, and I won't stop chasing after him.
Of course, why else wouldn't he love you? I can't see any reason why he wouldn't. He's just being shy.
"Are you sure?"
Positive. Are you doubting me? After all we've been through?
"I didn't say that. I was just making sure that you knew what you were talking about."
Alright good. As long as you still have faith in me.
"I've got no reason to doubt you yet." I finish talking to myself and get dressed for the Reapings this morning. Let's see, I've got to wear something good to the Reapings. Not much to wear in this closet of Hand me downs... except for this black dress. I guess this will do. I want to look perfect for my big, strong Teddy. I put the dress on and head for the door. I want to see Teddy before the Reapings. He'll be so happy.
"Hey Sommer. I need your help mopping up." Oh son of a... I forgot I need to do chores today. The older orphans need to work to help keep this old shack from falling in on itself. Well whatever, I'll just get out of it. And this guy is going to help me. I put on a tired look and start talking him up.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm not feeling well. I had trouble going to sleep last night and I'm not feeling like myself." I squeeze my temple in what looks like pain. "I have a headache because of the lack of sleep. Could you please do it for me?" I inch closer, ever-so-gently touching his face. "Please?"
"O... okay sure, no prob."
"Thank you!" I blow him a kiss and run off to the town square see my beloved. That was almost too easy. No matter who it is, no man can defy my womanly charm. Ever since I can remember, I can get whatever I want with the bat of an eyelash or a flip of the hair. When I was 12 I actually convinced this loser I met to give me all of his allowance just because I said I'd hang out with him. I blew him off and we never saw each other again. I guess he thought that would be a first date, but boy was he wrong. Too bad for him.
I wonder what the twist will be or the Quarter Quell. Since there have been about 8 done already, the Gamemakers are going to need to get creative with the twist. They are being pretty lazy, using the twist from the second Quarter Quell, but then again they're probably doing that because that one was the most popular one. Twice the tributes =twice the carnage= twice the entertainment. It definitely was entertaining, watching so much happen, that may have been the most battling I've ever seen on live TV. Most tributes are killed early in the bloodbath, so having so many later on keeps the Hunger Games interesting.
That's something to think about later. For now I need to focus on what's going on right now. I can't wait until the Reapings! There are 2 reasons' that today is going to be the best day of my life. I'm going to watch the Reapings to see who in our District will volunteer. It's practically like seeing a preview of the winner of the Hunger Games. Well sort of, for some reason weaker tributes from non-career Districts win by some miracle of God. Well I don't really care who wins the Games as long as the fight is interesting. I adore watching the carnage every year, it's such a treat. If only there were more Quarter Quells than things would be even better, but I guess if they were done too often, those kinds of things wouldn't be very special because they're done so much. I'm lucky to be watching a live Quarter Quell although I won't be able to watch it because- ah! ...those big muscles, that blond hair framing a face carved by angels, that tanned skin, there's no doubting that that's him.
Teddy is sitting patiently at a bench waiting for the Reapings to begin. As soon as I spot him I run full speed ahead to take the seat next to him and grab his arm- ah! I can't believe he threw me onto the ground. This shy act of his is getting really old. Ever since I met him and started showing my feelings, he has been so standoffish and nothing I do ever get him to like me.
You're not giving up are you?
Maybe. I don't really understand why Teddy won't like me though. I've never had this much trouble getting a guy to swoon over me. But I won't ever give up! Teddy and I are in love, and he loves me whether he likes it or not!
Now that's the mind set you need to keep in order to get him to drop the shy act and go out with you. Later today, we'll show just how strong our commitment to him is.
Alexandria Marie Daniells
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Click*
Time to get up. I rise out of bed and get changed into my training gear. Me and my twin brother and sister are going to be training for the Hunger Games today, even though we have the day off from school. For most people this is an opportunity to rest, but for me and my siblings it's an extra day of training. Most of the time when I'm not studying for school, I spend my time training as a Career tribute. Not that I'm complaining or anything. I can handle my Dad's strict training regime; I just wouldn't mind a break once in a while. After taking a glance at my alarm clock I see that the time is 8:37...
...8:37... Oh no! I've got to hurry. I run out the door, taking a split second to say good morning to my mom, before running off to the training grounds. I'm late! I am so late! I was supposes to be at the training grounds at 7 o'clock sharp. I must have slept through alarm. Oh, man my dad's gonna be pissed.
By the time I get there it's already 9:00 and my dad is waiting at the gate for me.
"I expected you here earlier."
"I am really, really sorry. I slept through my alarm and..."
"It's alright, don't worry about it. It's okay if it doesn't happen too often." Maybe I shouldn't have been so worried because I was late.
"Oh. Sorry I panicked than. Well I'll just start training. What are we doing today?"
"You aren't doing anything. The Reapings are going on soon and you along with your brother and sister need to get showered and dressed for it." I suppose that was the reason that we needed to wake up at 7 o'clock. I can't believe I nearly had a coronary because I was late and I ran all the way here, only to be told I can't train. The three of them could have at least checked that I was awake. And I was hoping I could get some last minute knife practice in. I've trained with a knife since the first time day I held one in my hand, and I don't mean a dinner knife. I may be a volunteer this year, but there is a chance that I would die in the arena. I would never be able to see my home my family, my friends... but I know I would win the Games.
What the tributes have to overcome in the arena is something else. Just watching them gets my blood pumping. I can't imagine how exciting it is to participate in the Hunger Games. I suppose the only way to find out is if volunteer for myself.
We all exchange our "Hello's" and head home to get dressed for the Reapings. I adorn a pink dress and slip on my white shoes and the ring with District 2's symbol on it. This will be my token in the arena. I head to the Reapings ahead of my family. On my way there I see something horrible.
A 19 year old man lies dead in the middle of the road. From the looks of his wounds his death wasn't quick. He was beaten to death and his chest was caved in. There's also a boot print visible. Did someone stomp down on his chest? I could barely look at what was once a human body without losing my breakfast. You hardly ever see a dead body around the Districts. Killing is an instant death sentence, but there have been a lot of corpses turning up recently. Whoever is killing people must be working very hard to keep themselves from getting caught. Either that or the Capitol is feeling extremely generous which I doubt. They already give Panem law, order, and the Hunger Games and these kinds of crimes jeopardize all 3. I can't see why they can't catch the guy... what?
I thought I saw someone slip a Peacekeeper a huge wad of cash. They didn't seem very discrete about it. I decide to ask someone what's up.
"Excuse me." I ask a small 10 year-old. "Do you know why that man gave the Peacekeeper all of that money? Did he owe him or was that just a generous donation to the Capitol?" The little boy fidgets a bit before answering. He seems to be debating whether or to to tell me.
"My Mommy says it's because of some sort of disease." Disease? He didn't seem that ill. "Maybe. It sounds like one. Something called 'Corruption'." Corruption? In the Capitol's police force? There is no way that would happen. The Capitol cares for our wellbeing and would never allow someone corrupt to soil the name of the Peacekeepers. I can't imagine them doing anything to hurt the Districts.
"I don't think that that's right. The Capitol cares about us and is constantly dong good things for us. Like the Hunger Games! Things wouldn't be as good round here without them, right?" The child was taken aback by what I said. Suddenly I was getting leers from all around me. Something tells me that this group isn't fond of the Capitol. I'd better leave and head to the Reapings.
I make my way to the 16 year-old section and wait for the escort Gayotiin Chjopp to finish with the speech. I try to ignore the speech, but his voice is always so deep and loud that no one can help but hear every word in his speech that he gives each Reaping.
"And now we choose the first tribute in the Hunger Games." Gayotiin reached into the bowl full of paper slips. This is his most annoying habit. No matter what he always takes five minutes to find a name and keeps everyone on the edge of their seats. Everyone wants to hear who is going to Volunteer so they have to pay attention until a name is picked. After 300 seconds of paper shuffling a name is called.
"Armetty Millra!" A frail looking girl walks out of the 15 year old section. She may be fifteen, but if that wasn't her section, everyone would think that she was 12. She was very small for her age and was leaning on a crutch because of a broken leg. As she hobbled towards the stage her entire body was shaking like a leaf. How could they even have someone so weak in the raffle? This must be an oversight on the Capitol, that has to be it. One that I'll have to fix.
"I volunteer!" As the words come out of my mouth a wave of excitement rushes through me. I am entering the Hunger Games. I am facing other tributes. I am going to have to kill. And I must win.
Teddy Jameson
"I volunteer!" A girl with freckles and an intimidating smile takes the stage.
"Alexandria Marie Daniells!" Our first volunteer. Good. Killing that cripple wouldn't have been interesting. That's what I intend to do in the Hunger Games. Kill everything that is a tribute and has a pulse it's the whole point of being a player in the Hunger Games. You have to slaughter everyone in the arena because it's you or them. And it's going to be everyone that I meet. All of the training that I've been through has been leading up to this. I also have an edge that a lot of the tributes won't have, at least a lot from the non-career Districts. I intend to kill everyone no matter who it is, I'm not bringing anyone out alive.
As Gayotiin searches through the glass bowl I look around to see my potential competition. Unfortunately Sommer notices me and winks at me. If there is a God he hates me and put that wench on earth to torture m. She always clings onto me like a parasite and harasses me to go out with her. I tried telling her that I didn't care about her and I even tried beating the fact into her. Since pushing that idiot down a flight of stairs didn't work nothing will. I'd cut her up if that wasn't illegal. At least I won't see her for a while when I enter the Games. Maybe I'll die ad never have to see her again. I don't particularly want to die, but then I'll never see Sommer again.
After the usual 5 minute wait another slip is produced from the bowl.
"Cara Gitrid!" Before anyone steps forward, a voice that is way too familiar for comfort rings out. The bain on my existence runs up the stairs and takes her place next to Alexandria.
"I'm Sommer Riley! I'm going to enter the arena and win with my boyfriend!" I hate her so much right now. More than normal and I always REALLY hate her. Why does she have to be with me in the arena? Can't I have peace while I'm enjoying myself... killing the tributes.
This isn't bad at all. This is great! Finally! Finally I can kill her without the law getting in the way! I'll ensure that she never talks or touches me ever again. I can cut her in half, push her off a cliff, let mutts tear he limb from limb...! The possibilities are endless. I'll be able to come home without having to listen to 'Teddy, you're so handsome.' or 'Teddy, be my boyfriend!' or even 'You can't deny it. We were meant to be together.' She'll be out of my hair and 6-feet under. As soon as the next slip of paper is picked I don't waste any time volunteering.
"I volunteer!" I step up the stairs and introduce myself "Teddy Jameson."
"Teddy!" Sommer yet again, grabs onto me and yet again I throw her off. This leads to people asking all sorts of questions under their breath. "Is he really her boyfriend?" "How could he be so violent too her?" "Is that girl lying?"
"Oh Teddy, your always playing hard to get." says Sommer with a bright smile. The only game that I play is the Hunger Games. And I plan to win them by killing you.
Atherton Desby
"N... No... st-stop... don't..." How pathetic.
"Don't what? Oh you mean-this!" I stomp down on my prey's chest, crushing his lungs and finally killing him. I wish he gave more of a struggle. I can't believe I had to bother beating up this penniless trash, but I didn't like the way he looked at my sister Carina. I gotta watch out for her. She's only 12 years old and there are a lot of dangerous people. It's a good thing that I'm the strongest Career tribute ever! It's all thanks to my brother. He helped me get stronger because could have won his Games faster if he had the strength I had. He needed to be stronger and that's what he made me. I want to drag the Games on, but it'll be annoying if a tribute escapes because I can't keep a hold on him. That's not gonna be a problem with these guns! My arms should be registered as lethal weapons because they can kill anyone at any time.
I'm well known for my strength and I'm always making sure to remind my neighbors. Last week I tossed a log through their window and scared the living daylight's out of them! It was so funny to see their faces after that! They thought I was going to kill them like the bastard I just took care of. If he hadn't told me off than I probably would've let him go with a black eye, but I decided to let everyone know the strength of Atherton Desby. Damn, I wish he hadn't fought back. Now I have another scar to add to my collection all over my body. The struggling makes things interesting, but all the nicks and cuts I'm left with are a bitch to take care of.
Nothing else to do here. No one else to practice my punches on, everyone is hidden inside their homes because they think I'll kill them. I'm done for the day; I have to change my clothes because the one's I'm wearing are stained with that loser's blood. Not to mention I need my next fix. I walk home and I'm greeted by my dad and granddad. My mom stays a few feet away and does whatever she can to avoid eye contact. I must be scary if my one mother won't come near me. That's good. I want those tributes to be scared. I want to see the looks on their faces before I take their lives. I can't wait until I enter the arena.
I put on a shirt and some tight jeans to show off my muscles and head off to the Reapings. Then I grab my steroids and inject them into myself before heading out. I make sure to hide a few on me for when I'm in the Capitol. On my way downstairs I see my sister Carina and my older brother Paolo at the foot of the stairs.
"Hey Carina, Paolo. Ready to watch me dominate the Games!"
"Yeah, I can't wait to see you kill everyone. And I'll be doing that alone of course." Me and Carina love each other, but I really don't like all of the boyfriends that she's always bringing home. She's 12 after all. I'm always making sure that those creeps stay away from my sister.
"Sure... do you have anything to say Paolo?"
"...You aren't stopping." Oh God. This again.
"Why would I want to stop? Steroids have helped get way stronger than I would have on my own. Besides, you were the one who game them to me. You're taking them yourself."
"Yes I know. However I haven't been affected by them like you."
"Affected?"
"For Christ's sake Atherton you're out of control! You're wrecking property, terrorizing the neighborhood, killing people in the poorer part of town! I had to pay off a Peacekeeper again because of your anger issues. The only reason you haven't been hung is because of our money." My Granddad, Dad, and my brother Paolo are all Victors of the Hunger Games. They have huge fortunes and my family owns 3 houses in Victor Village. We have a ton of money at our fingertips. I'll win the Hunger Games and become a Victor just like they have always wanted me to.
"I don't have time for this, let me through or else." I tighten my muscles to show that I am serious. No one is stopping me from becoming a victor. Not even my older brother.
"...Fine. And hear." Paolo hands me the medal he won in his own Hunger Games.
"What's this for?"
"A good luck charm. Just come back alive, alright?"
"What could happen that would kill me?"
"You'll see. And Atherton."
"Yeah?"
"I'm truly sorry." Without another word Paolo walks out the door and heads to the Reapings. The rest of my family soon follows him. What's he sorry for? The steroids are helping me win the Hunger Games, he's got nothing to apologize for. Whatever.
I find me way into the 18's section and wait for Gayotiin to finish his speech and pick the first name. When it's called I don't bother to see who it is. I just wait for the-
"I volunteer!" A pale girl with freckles climbs up the stage, her creepy smile never fading. "Alexandria Marie Daniells!" Well there's the first one. Another 5 minutes later, another name called and...
"I volunteer!" A girl with pale skin, but not as pale as the other one, steps up the stage and introduces herself. "I'm Sommer Riley! I'm going to enter the arena and win with my boyfriend!" Yeah right! I'm winning this sister. She sure is arrogant.
5 minutes later. "I volunteer!" Another volunteer goes up and introduces himself. "Teddy Jameson." The guy than pushes that Sommer girl off as she clings on to him. Alright, enough watching. I wait for the next name to be called and then shout "I volunteer!" In unison with the guy next to me. Before he can do anything, I punch him in the mouth and knock some of his teeth out. I think it's safe to say that I'm going to be the last tribute of the day.
"Atherton Desby!" I introduce myself and flex my muscles to show off. After shaking hands with Sommer who tells me not to get any ideas, as if, I look around for my family. My mother is giving a small smile and the rest of my family couldn't look happier. Except for Paolo, he won't even look up stage. Whatever, he'll have to watch eventually, along with the rest of the country. Watch me kill everyone. Watch me become a Victor like I've always dreamed.
Sentawn Erder
These 4 show a lot of promise. I can't wait to train them with a knife. It'll be so much fun watching them in the arena. Seeing my pupil's in action is what makes me feel most alive. These Games are going to be the best yet.
"Dianadi, who will you take under your wing?" She's so busy writing that she never heard a word I said.
"Hm?"
"Who do you want to train?"
"I don't know. The most inexperienced, I guess. It's the most fun teaching them. Who did you want to teach?"
"Mmmmm, that boy Atherton. I think he would be someone that would be interested in my knife skills. I'll decide later on. For now let's head to the train, the tributes are almost finished." Alexandria is having a tearful goodbye with her family along with Atherton. Sommer and Teddy don't have anyone visiting them. Odd. Well we had better get going. It's time to head for the Capitol.
Name: Alexandria Marie Daniells
Age: 16
District #: 2
Personality: A girl with a strong personality she usually over react, she has being prepared for the hunger games since she can remember, an skilled knife user, she likes to play hide and seek with other tributes. But inside that hard cover she's a scaried girl who only wants to return to district 2
Appearance: Medium high with skin whit freckles very thin that's why its complicated to her to be on a fight, she has blue eyes and a scary white smile, and brown short hair
Name: Sommer Riley
Age: 16
District #: 2
Personality: She is a charismatic, flirty and sexy kind of girl. She is attractive and she knows how to use it to get what she wants. She is also a little bit insane, sometimes hearing voices in her head. When she falls in lvoe, she falls hard and she can also be VERY over the top.
Appearance: She has long, black hair and violet eyes. Her skin is creamy pale but not too pale and she it tall and lithe with a willowy yet curvy frame.
Name: Teddy Jameson
Age: 17
District #:2
Personality: He is cold and uncaring. He is the typical, rutheless career. He hates people who pine over him and he doesn't know how to care or love anyone. He just knows how to kill and that is the only thing that he cares about.
Appearance: He has blonde hair that frames his face, is tall and very tanned. He is VERY attractive.
Name: Atherton Desby
Age: 18
District #: 2
Personality: Atherton has been taking steroids since he was nine. He's got a short temper, an even shorter fuse, and the quickest, most unexpected right hook in the district. He has wild mood swings going from cruel to terrorizing to crazy. He lives his life fueled on roid rage, which he takes on the downlow out of fear that he'll be disqualified from the games. Becoming a hunger games victor is all he's ever wanted, and the pressure from his father, grandfather, and older brother (all of whom won their games) has not helped. He has no capacity for mercy or kindness, and has killed before, although his parents wealth is sufficient to keep him out of deep trouble. The people of District 2 are legitimately terrified of him.
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, shaved close to his head. He has brown eyes. He's tall (~6 foot 7 or 8), hulking, and almost monstrous looking. His muscles just ripple, and not in the sexy ripped way but more like "muscle overload" old school Arnold Schwarzinager type way. He's got scars all over his body, some still fresh and healing. He has two gold teeth in the front of his mouth, an old scar under his left eye. He's not the type of guy you want to run into in a dark aly.