District 6 Reapings

Krilvia Loress

I wake up in bed staring in the cieling. Well wake up isn't right, I never actually slept. There isn't really anything to do now that my fun ended a few minutes ago. I suppose that I should just make breakfast.

In the kitchen I find a few pieces of bread and there's some butter in the fridge. I also find a rat I can use to entertain myself. I grab it by it's tail and hold it over the kitchen table right before cutting the tail off. When it tries to get away I grab it and say

"I'm sorry , but I want to have some fun before I leave my District. Now what do you want more? Do you want to die by asyphixiation or blood loss? Squeek once for the first one and twice for the other one, okeydokey?" I begin to giggle as it tries to wriggle free, so afraid I'll hurt it. It should be. I hear one squeek and get started.

"One squeek! Death by blood loss! Ooooooh isn't this exciting!" I grab a knife from the kitchen drawer and start carving designs into the rats skin. As more and emore bloood comes out my laughing gets louder. I burst out laughing when it's organs fall out and it's still alive, writhing in pain and wanting me to ended it!

"Oh I'm a-Ahahaha-afraid that's-Ahahahaha-a big no-no! Hahahahaha, this is really, really fun and we just started! I'll be so very bored with you dead! Ahahahahaha!" I toast and butter some bread as I watch the rodent sqeek for death. Of course this is nothing like the Hunger Games, now that's the ultamite dinner theatre!

I reminesce about the ways people their died! The death by mutts was great, but dying by another humans hands; marvelous. The mutts can't be held responsible for killing because that's what they're programmed to do, but humans can. The arena is probably the only place in the country that you can hurt a person without getting in trouble. I mean, I hurt my parents all the time, but I need them for food and money so I can't kill them. Plus if I didn't discipline my Dad every now and again he'd tell the Peacekeepers about me.

Today is the day that I become part of the yearly carnage, I'm volunteering just like my Dad said, he was the one who gave me the idea afterall. Neither of my parents like them though, I've had to throw things at them just so I could watch without them turning off the TV. He wants me to go away, but he was right, all of the gore is just too good to pass up! I can't spend the rest of my life just cutting my miserable parents when there's about fifty-one other people available for me to slice.

As I finish thinking about volunteering I notice that the rat bought it. I'll just leave his carcass for my worthless mother to clean. She'll need some proactice since she was blinded recently. Alright I think I'll just change and head out.

I walk to my room and get a splinter in my foot from the floor. Grrrrr, stupid pain! I hate pain! I hate it when I feel even a little pain! Pain for anyone else is fine, but I despise it when I'm hurt.

Anyway, I tie my long black hair into a bun and put on a low-cut dress and flats. I look into the mirror and see a very thin girl with a doll-like face and huge green eyes.I'm almost complete, there's just one thing that I need. My tokens, my special earings. These couldn't have been made without my mom, at least she's good for something. Before I head out I had better write a note for my Dad, I'm not sure when he'll wake up.

Dear Dad,

By the time you read this your wish will have come true, I'll be on the train to the Capitol and far from District 6. All of the drugs I gave you will probably have worn off by then. If you're wondering where mom's eyeballs are, don't worry. They're safe with me, I gauged them out with a knife and stuck them into two metal hooks, you should see me wearing at least one of them during the Games. You should probably take Mom to the hospital, she seemed to be dying with all of the blood she lost. Don't bother if she's already dead though.

-Krilvia

There, I think this should suffice. I've been in this dump eighteen years longer than I should have, it's time to kill.

Ess Vinisht

It's ten o'clock and the Reapings are going to be starting soon. This is the worst time of year for me. I can't stand having to watch the Games, it's just... just... so horrible! All of the pain and suffering those innocent children have to go through! Why can't the Capitol do something smart like me, there's no reason to waste lives like they do. The harsh punishments and overwhelming power they have over everyone is sure to keep the Districts in line.

It's all because of those damned rebel's. They just HAD to try and fight off the great government that holds our great nation of Panem together. And not only once, but twice! It's no wonder the Peacekeepers are trained to be so harsh, they aren't acting cruel, they only want to do their job which is in the best interest of the people. They want to keep the order and not have the Districts turn into a hell hole thrown into dissaray. We wronged the Capitol, we're just being made to pay.

I love what the Capitol does for us, but the Games are definitely beyond harsh. If they didn't exist then there wouldn't be this constant tension between the Capitol and the people.

I mean, look at my life. I live in a comfy home, three square meals, and but a single car in the world. Thank God I won't be elligible to be Reaped next year. One more time and I'll be free.

I do my best to hold down my cereal and not think about what I'm going to see on TV in the next few days.

Please, please, please! Please make it so that I don't have to watch them. Anything so I never have to see those horrible images ever again.

If I were in charge, the Games would be gone lickity-split. I'd just make sure to set up hidden cameras and speakers at potential meeting places for rebels. Houses, warehouses, garages... pretty much anywhere that there could be privacy is a threat. If that were to happen than there would be no crime of any sorts, and peace would be guaranteed for everyone in the nation. That is the right solution, no question about that. The control is but a necessary evil, and far less evil than our dangerous revolutions.

When I finish, I run to wake up my parents Their a bit groggy and I've needed to do this for the past month, but I don't mind, afterall. They're taking care of my adorable siblings! My baby twin sisters that were born just a month ago have been such a handfull. I've had to pitch in to from time to time because of the burdden. My parents kept telling me how exhausted they would be after taking care of me in one day. Without me, managing two babies would be impossible, and I've been busy with those two. But seeing my sisters, Lowwv and Leah, smiling, giggling and happy, makes me so happy. Every ounce of work is worth it.

"Mom, dad, time to get up. You know what day it is." They move a little in bed, so I know that they're alive. Well barely. They stayed up all night to take care off the twin's crying.

"...Ess ...just go ahead... we'll catch up..." Looks like I don't have a choice, otherwise I'll have to wheelbarrow them to the Reapings.

When I get there I see my former friend from high school Jana Kuri. Sure, we were friends, but she's just too stupid for me. A lot of people are. If they saw things through my point of view than they'd all be happy as clams. But no, they just HAVE to insist on their crazed ideas that the Capitol is "evil." What garbage. And I'm forced to stand next to her by an unfortunate coincidence. Fate doesn't seem very kind to me today.

"Hello, Ess." If you don't like me, than don't talk to me idiot.

"Jana." Neither of us waste energy to face eachother. It seriously isn't worth it.

"Still worshipping the Capitol?"

"Ha! I worship no one. I merely see the the world as it truly is, one in which we're punished for our past sins."

"Oh, so it's a sin to want freedom! You realy are just a puppet of the Capitol you know that!"

"Like I said, I see the world as it truly is. You and everyone else that doesn't think the Capitol has its best interest for us in heart have just too few IQ points to even comprehend something so obvious!"

"No, everyone else doesn't look at the world through rose colored glasses. So you actually support the Hunger Games. I thought so." How dare she!

"You have some nerve putting words in my mouth! I absolutely hate the Hunger Games!"

"Than why do you like the ones who made them!" That's when one of our famous arguements started. We've been fighting and bickering for as long as we've known eachother. Even as kids. Everyone in town knows about them, and how long they last.

"Hey!"

I hear a shout come from the stage. It's our escort Dahlia. She's got an outfit made to look like it's covered in dahlia petals and it even gives off a sickly sweet stench of the flower.

"If you two are done bickering than I'd like to get started. Unless you prefer being filled with lead." No one knows if she's bluffing or not, but with all of the venom in her voice, nobody ever tries to disobey an order of Dahlia's. Everyone calls her the Black Dahlia for a reason. Well, actually she doesn't do anything, but you can just somehow feel that she will. It's scary.

She reaches her hand into the bowl and I'm shocked to hear someone actually volunteer right before the name it read.

Giffet Langman

"I volunteer!" A volunteer. Cool! We never have any of those in District 6, that's probably the first one we've had in years, and I'm gonna be the second.

"Finally, a volunteer. It's about time, you people should show more enthusiasm! You'll never win the Games if you don't have strong people volunteer instead of some unlucky weakling. What's your name?"

"It's Krilvia Loress lady. I'm super excited to be a tribute for the ninth Hunger Games." She sounds very polite. And she sort of reminds me of a ten-year-old girl I knew.

The Hunger Games are so amazingly, super cool! The best thing in the whole wide world! I hope me and the doll lady up there can be friends, but I'm sure that we will. Everyone in District 6 is so nice and happy, but a lot of them seem to be dieting. Mommy says that that's why a lot of people don't eat food much. I feel bad for the ones that have to go to sleep after not eating so long, I'm so happy that I always get to eat.

The 224th Hunger Games were the best ones yet! The special effects are amazing, and the tributes that didn't come back were made into stars by the Capitol. My favorite scene was when that one guy from 10 was incinerated into a pile of ash. It looked so real.

Some people get all the luck, especially the two kids that were Reaped last year. They didn't get past the bloodbath, but at least they get to live in the Capitol. Their families were so happy that they were crying for days.

Daddy and Mommy don't really like me watching them, but I don't see why. There's no other movie out there like the Games.

"Ess Vinisht!" A girl with brown hair hair comes out from the eighteen year old section and walks on stage. She must have wandered there by accident before the Reapings started, she's definitely only fourteen. And she must be cold, because she's shivering a lot.

Dahlia asks for another volunteer. I bet nobody will.

It looks like somebody who took that bet would volunteer would be losing some candy to me right now.

Another piece of paper is held high in the air. "Alve Collerr!" A chubby boy in the thirteen-year-old section passes out after the naame is called. I'm sure that he's the person being called! He must have passed out because he's afraid to go on TV. Not everyone likes being famous. I hope he isn't mad about me taking his place.

"I volunteer!" I yell out and rush up to the stage. "I'm Giffet Langman, and I can't wait to become an actor in the Hunger Games." I say with my brightest smile.

"Noooooooo!" Oh, it's Mommy. She's crying like all the other families that had kids sent to the Capitol. What's she souting for?

"You can't take him!" My Dad tries to run up the stage t get me, but he's been tackled by a Peacekeeper. What's wrong with them? "He's just a child, he doesn't know what he's saying!"

"Yeah I do Daddy, I'm going into the Hunger Games, the greatest movie ever!" When I call out to him he seems to feel better. He osn't really moving at al, and the look on his face has me nervous. It looks like a little of angry and sad. My Mommy and Daddy sure seem to be acting strange today.

"Well, sounds like he knows what he's talking about to me. Is there something someone would like to say?" She doesn't seem very happy about my parents, I'd better apologized.

"Dahlia, I'm sorr-"

"Shut up! Only speak to me when spoken to!" I'm so scared that I can't talk. Why is she so mean? Mommy and Daddy are always talking about how nice the Capitol people are!

I stand straight and silent. She'll be even more mad at me for interupting her another time. I just decide to wait and listen to the next name being caled.

"Gamba Leer!"

Gamba Leer

So I'm heading into the Hunger Games am I?

Oh no, this is not good, this is absolutely horrible... for all of the other tributes that is!

The Hunger Games are going to be a breeze. I mean I'm the luckiest guy in the District, how could I not survive? I've fallen out of a nine stor building as a baby and landed n a soft cushion in a dumpster, who survives tha except for the luckiest guy in the world? No one, because that guy is me.

I calmly walk up the stage, trying not to seem anxious. This is gonna be the biggest gamble I've ever made in my life, but I'm more excited than nervous. As I walk up I flip my lucky pennyup and down to look cool. I found it one day and I've always been able to guess the correct side it landed on no matter what. This is my token.

We're asked to shake hands by Dahlia and comply without saying anything. No one disagrees because there's no reason to do so and that woman's freakin' scary when someone doesn't do what she wants.

I decide to get a look at my competition. The girl Ess is small for her age and looks thin and that stupid kid Giffet doesn't seem to have any advantages. The only one that I should watch out for is that doll face Krilvia. Literally, her face looks like a doll's, and not stretched tight like a lot of those Capitol people, and the fact that it's natural seems scary. I may be afraid of doll seems, and lets face it, some seem like they'll come to life any minute, but that girl's a bit... I don't know, off, with the way she talks. It's disturbing. I'll steer clear of her.

As we're escorted to our waiting rooms, the kid just won't stop talking. Giffet just goes on and on about how excited he is. He really doesn't have a clue what he's in for. I heard him say something about the Games being a movie.

"Hey kid."

"Yeah mister?"

"Didn'cha hear Dahlia, my name isn't mister, it's Gamba. I just have a quick question. Who the hell told you that the Hunger Game were a movie."

"Oh, my Mommy and Daddy! They told me all about how the Reapings are when they pick actor kids like us and how the ones who don't win stay in the Capitol and how happy everyone is with them and..."

Now I get it, this brat's been sheltered from the world. His parents must be pretty wealthy if they don't need him to take tessarae. I mean if they did then they would tell him in case he was Reaped. Heh, looks like that seriously backfired on them.

When me go to our rooms, I'm with Ess whose parents come in a half hour after we come in with two babies. They say that they woke up five minutes ago and came to see her off as soon as they came. Well aren't they just the parents of the year, sleeping in to nearly miss there daughter getting sent to theur death. After that there's a bunch of sobbing, crying, reminiscing, and exchanges of kisses. The girl is especially sure to hold the babies a bit longer. I can see why, she's gonna die for sure.

Not like mine were. My one parent, my father, hobbled into the room and just gave me an encouraging speech and a quick hug. He has always been pretty emotonless, but the sorrow in his face was way too obvious. I'm all he has left.

When I was a kid, my family got into a car accident. I remember it all vividly. My mother screaming, my father nearly getting hit wwith the glass shard that pierced my Mother's heart, the glass from my window, cutting my cheek. My Dad was crippled and I was left with this scar, and the responsibility to gather money for the two of us. So I gambled money and I was damned good at it. Everyone hates me though, of course that's just because they bet their money and lost it. It isn't my fault they made a bad bet, it's their own bad luck against my good luck.

I continue to wait around forus to be escorted and my mind wanders to Giffet Langman. I feel a little bad for him not know ing what he's gotten himself into, but nothing can be done about it. In fact he could be useful to me.

Since he's here, I think he'll make a good ally. I could use him to scout out areas, hold some equipment, and even be a decoy for me. Things are looking up for me.

Siren

"Well, things aren't looking up for us."

"Wh-wh-wh-why would y-you s-s-say that?" I'll keep this conversation brief. I hate his ten-hour speeches.

"Well, three of them are hardly meant for combat. Most kids aren't I mean, but these guys have had some pretty soft lives from what I can gather. I had an edge with my doctor's training and you were kept pretty strng with your job workking on cars, but these guys... well you get my point."

"I-I-I-I sup-p-pose you're r-r-r-r-right. B-but that doesn't m-mean that they're f-f-finished. W-were we o-o-obvious v-victors?" Yeah I guess he's right, not that I'll ever tell Regent that.

"Whatever. Come one, I want to say goodbye to my family before we leave, don't you?"

"O-o-of c-course."

Name: Krilvia Loress

Age: 18

District #: 6

Personality: Krilvia pretty much emobodies the meaning of the word "sadist." Her favorite thing in life is to terrify people, and hurt them, if she can get the chance. She finds a lot of things funny, particularly sadistic, bloody things, and will laugh out loud at the thought of death or blood no matter where she is. She likes to toy with her prey, and particularly loves to give them choices (ex: Either I can torture your ally to death right here and let you go free, or I'll kill you and leave your ally.) The notion of being beaten does not exist within her; she is so incredibly prideful she can't imagine losing at anything. She remains calm most of the time, even while killing, because when she gets extremely angry, she falls asleep (see Background.)

Appearance: She has long black hair that comes to the small of her back, and massive green eyes with long eyelashes. She has an hourglass-shaped figure, and is quite pale and extraordinarily skinny. Her face is doll-like and delicately angular, and when she grins her teeth have a sharp quality to them.

Name: Ess Vinisht

Age: 18

District #: 6

Personality: She's a very stuck up person who thinks that the way she thinks is how everyone else should. She usually feels that everyone else is below her. Hates the Games, but feels that we need the discipline and that there should be different mehods used to keep the Districts in line. Extremely stubborn and won't accept when she's wrong about something.

Appearance: She has brown hair down to her back and a very small build. Is very short and young-looking for her age. Has blue eyes.

Name: Giffet Langman

Age: 12

District #: 6

Personality: Giffet is a sheltered kid, to his detriment. His parents were not wealthy, but they tried to raise him to be protected from the horrors of the world around him. They taught him as a young child that the Hunger Games were a television movie, that the kids who were on it were just actors. Suffice it to say, the boy is incredibly naive, never had a bit of training, and thinks the world is this bright, shiny place. He's a nice kid, who's nice to those around him, never picked a fight. [In essence: utterly screwed.]

Appearance: Giffet is a small boy, weighing at 140 lbs and standing 5'0". He hasn't hit puberty yet, so he's got quite a bit of baby fat still on him, and is not muscular at all. He looks every bit his age. He has sandy blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. His skin is pale white, and his voice has not changed. He has a dusting of freckles.

Name: Gamba Leer

Age: 16

District #: 6

Personality: Gamba has lost all sympathy for people ever since his accident in which he lost his mother. He believes that he can criticize anyone else an doesn't think that their pain matters, but only verbalizes the critisism when someone talks about a bad past event. He lives to gamble and believes his luck will continue to earn him money and keep him and his father wealthy. He is arrogant and thinks he can do anything with his luck. He's been taking some big risks recently and has only gotten out of the situations by the skin of his teeth, so he's incredibly lucky.

Appearance: Average height, light skin tone, brown eyes and light brown hair in a crew cut. Is chubby and has a scar on his left cheek.