Woo! District 6 reaping, a bit of a longer chapter but eh~ whatever. Switching it up a bit because there are three tributes though.
Linwell Girren, 13, female, District 6.
Personality-
She's quiet and shy, she always studied hard but would never get very good marks, almost always bottom of class in everything except history, because her dad would always teach her anything he knew. She tries not to panic in certain situations, but her young age'll usually get the best of her and she'll begin either screaming or crying. She can come off as innocent and quiet to those those don't know her, but once you become her friend it's hard to shut her up.
Appearance-
Dark brown hair that reaches just below her shoulders, always in a loose ponytail, her bangs are the same length as her hair and usually get in her eyes. Also very messy because of laying on the ground outside.
Extremely dark brown eyes (almost black) Her skin is lightly tanned because she had a tendency to stay outside and lay on the ground outside her house. She's quite short for her age, 4'11" and weighs 77lbs.
History-
The youngest child of 3, she has 2 twin brothers, Garrett and was interested in the Hunger Games but never actually wanted to be in them, but her dad would let her play with a wooden sword when she was younger, so she would train with her brothers.
Her father began suffering of liver cancer when she was 8 but died only a few days after her 9th birthday. When he died she slowly began getting distant from everyone, only ever training in the comfort of her room. As I mentioned before, she liked laying outside on the ground near her house, just to relax, as a result she's slightly tanned and her hair's usually a mess. Always enjoyed climbing trees and jumping long distances when no one was around.
Family-
Tekket Girren (dad, deceased at 42), Lilinee Girren (mom, 36), Garrett Girren (brother, 15) Terence Girren (brother, 15)
Weapon of choice- Sword
Motrid Twil, 8, male, District 6.
Personality-
Very outgoing, funny, and likes drawing in dirt. He has a tendency to talk to everyone, doesn't matter who and if they like him or not. He can be a tad bit annoying at times. He likes to practically drag Fiyer out of his room so he'll play outside with him. He's not shy at all and is the loudest in all of his classes (to the horror of the teachers)
Appearance-
He has shaggy sandy blond hair, light blue eyes, he weighs 69lbs, and is 4'7". He constantly has dirt in his hair, between his fingers and toes, and under his fingernails. It doesn't bother him, he thinks it makes him look cool.
History-
He has a wonderful family, even though his parents are morphlings. He loves playing in the dirt with his four year old sister, BennaRose. His parents always said he'd never be reaped. So he never worried about it anyway.
Last year whilst playing in the dirt outside him and his friend Fiyer found a really old box. When they opened it they found twenty books that were written in the Pre-Panem era. Him and Fiyer never told anyone about them.
Family-
BennaRose Twil (Sister, 4) Bailee Twil (Mom, 32) Darrik Twil (Dad, 32)
Weapon of choice- A shovel.
Fiyer Porrek, 8, male, District 6.
Personality-
Very nervous and jumpy, never practiced for the hunger games because he didn't think he'd be in it. He likes talking to people he's friends with and prefers staying in his room alone to read about anything he can get his hands on. He has a tendency to blurt out random facts, whether the situation calls for it or not.
Appearance-
Messy brown hair and striking blue eyes. He's 4'2" and weighs 61lbs. He has pale skin, he doesn't really go outside much unless it's to hang out with Motrid.
History-
He grew up in a kind family, his parents did their best to raise him properly but never forced him to train. He loves his little sister and always reads her his favourite books before she went to sleep. He's been offered to skip a grade, but he didn't accept. Neither did his parents actually, they always want him to be with kids his age.
Family-
Tarryn Porrek (Mother, 34) Finley Porrek (Father, 36) Lacey Porrek (Sister, 4)
Weapon of choice- He's never used any weapons, so he'd probably try to use poison of some sort.
GOING TO THE REAPING
Linwell Girren, 13, female, District 6.
I jump out the door, holding an apple in one hand and failing at tying my hair with the other. I'm late for the reaping! You can't be late for the reaping! Unfortunately I was up all night trying to finish homework because I had to babysit two young boys and didn't have time! I arrive at the town centre and run up to the desk to get my finger pricked. The lady tsks at me as I am the last one to get there. I twitch as my finger's pricked and my blood gets stamped onto my page.
When I'm done I run to my section and stand at the edge of it, breathing still heavy from having to run so fast. The mayor's only just finished his speech and it shows how late I am. Messy hair, still have an apple in hand, plus I'm pretty sure I put my shirt on backwards... yeah, I put my shirt on backwards.
Motrid Twil, 8, male, District 6.
I bob on my feet at the door and knock again. 'Fiyer! Hurry up we have ten minutes!' I yell through the door. Come on, hurry up hurry up.
'Ten minu-!'
The door's pulled open quickly by my friend Fiyer who's in the process of putting on his brown sweater. 'I heard you, sorry,' he mumbles.
'No no it's fine, sorry, but the reaping starts in ten minutes.' I tell him as he ties his sneakers. He jumps up after he finishes tying his shoes. He cocks his head to the side for a couple seconds then says 'You have dirt in your hair, Motrid.'
Fiyer Porrek, 8, male, District 6.
Motrid grins and shakes his head like a dog and dirt is sent flying from his hair.
'Oh dude! Gross! You're getting dirt in the house!' I hold my hands in front of my face and laugh. Motrid laughs and stops shaking his hair and getting dirt everywhere.
'Come on, I bet we're down to eight minutes now!'
I close the door behind me and we break into a run to the town square. Once we get to the table to have our fingers pricked there's still a (very) short line. Maybe fifteen to twenty papers are sill layed over the table. We get up to the table and several papers are left. We both get our fingers pricked and walk to our families. Our mums work together and BennaRose and my sister are friends. So they're standing together.
REAPING
Seraphine Formosa, 23, female, escort, Capitol.
I smile brightly as I walk to the mic. First year of being an escort. Not the best district but it's better than anything after 9. Oh I hope my hair looks good on the cameras... and my face... and maybe they'll be able to see just how vibrant my nails are. I dyed my hair a really pretty blue, sort of sparkly. And my nails are the same colour with a lot of glitter. My face is just beautiful.
'Hello~ District 6,' I chime out to the crowd of Morphlings and people below my status.
'Today is the reaping for the 10th reinstated,' I put emphasis on reinstated, because it's important, 'Hunger Games, and our wonderful president has a message for you.'
I step back from the mic and turn to the screen to see the presidents message. All I know is that she has a twist for each district. Nothing too major from what I've heard.
'District 6!' The president has appeared on the screen with a large smile, 'Happy 10th reinstated Hunger Games! Now, I have a special twist in line for each District of Panem!'
A collective gasp is heard from the crowd. Ohoho, they're excited! What a delight!
'You twist is very simple. Instead of the normal two tributes, from district 6 we are asking for three! Two males and one female! But wait, there's more,'
Oh the crowd is really excited now! Some are clinging to the arms of others out of sheer happiness!
'Both males must be between the ages of 5 and 11! And the female tribute will be between the normal ages of 12 and 18!'
'Happy Hunger Games, everyone!' and with that the screen turns black.
Oh look! Some are even crying they're so happy! Oh I'm loving being the escort for this district!
I skip in my heels back to the mic. 'Well, you heard her! Three tributes this year! How wonderful!' I do a spin and walk to the male reaping bowl. I dip my hand into the bowl and twirl my hand through it. I pluck out two slips of paper and trot back to the mic. I hold each paper one over the other.
'Our male tributes for District 6 are Fiyer Porek and Motrid Twil!' Fiyer... what sort of name is that? How do you even pronounce it? I pronounced it like "fire" but who knows, I could be wrong.
I look out through the crowd and see two boys being hugged by their teary eyed mums and two little girls. They must be very proud of them. Two peacekeepers have to tear the boys away from their parents and direct them to the stage. The shorter one almost falls on the stairs and has to be helped up by the taller boy.
I smile at them as they walk up beside me. Oh man these two won't last long.
'And now for our female tribute!' I chime and walk to the female reaping bowl. I dip my hand into the bowl quickly and with a simple flip of my wrist I pull out a single slip.
I turn back around and walk to the mic quickly. I take the mic in my hand and read out the name on the paper.
'Linwell Girren!'
A petite girl seems to be frozen before she walks out from the 13 year old section. She looks so messy and she even put her shirt on backwards! She walks up the steps slowly.
She stands beside Fiyer and Motrid stiffly. Emotionless. The excitement of being chosen must have already gotten to her!
'Congratulations tributes of District 6! Please shake hands!'
Well. Hugging can be acceptable as well. I guess. Because that's exactly what Linwell does, she gives the boys a big hug. She pulls back from the hug with a sniffle and stares back to the crowd.
'Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!'
