Reapings 1-4
Lilian Craghtwight, District 1 Escort
Lilian wiped off the smudge that somehow managed to find her way on her flawless, pearl teeth before she grinned to herself as she looked at her appearance: her mint-green hair straightened and reached to her shoulders and her ice blue eyes seemed to pop at the amount of makeup she put on. She couldn't disappoint the District with a pure monotonous outfit for this year's games. Besides this year's Hunger Games wasn't ordinary. This year was the 8th Quarter Quell.
Lilian stood up and wobbled on her six inch high heels for a second before she bounced onto the stage once it was her turn to come on and introduce herself and reaped those lucky tributes for the Hunger Games. She adored seeing those mighty strong careers with once a full moon with a reaped tribute and hope to see them come back alive but she couldn't attach herself to them when they don't come back alive; somehow Lilian always got attached to the tributes every year since she got chosen to be the District 1 escort.
"Welcome to the 200th Annual Hunger Games also known as the 8th Quarter Quell! My name is Lilian Craghtwight and I will be your District 1 escort for this year's Hunger Games!" Lilian exclaimed in the microphone which she resisted to flinch at the loud noise. "But first… Let's watch the video from all the way from the Capitol." That was really lame. Perhaps I could try a different approach to greet the Citizens of District 2, Lilian thought to herself.
Lilian sighed softly as the video began in the background but the video was the same every year which greatly provoked her as Lilian loved changed, it was like fashion as it changes every week. With this week, was a pretty green colour that reminded her of mints that she often ate. It would explain her mint-green wig for this year's Huger Games.
"Our female tribute is… Sapphire Bloom!"
"I volunteer!" A girl cried out who wore a white dress that looked very beautiful against her chocolate skin.
"What's your name?" Lilian asked, curious like she always was when there was a volunteer.
"Bridget Neverland," came the reply. "Hopefully I could win this."
"Plantanium Glitzard."
There was a sudden hush in the atmosphere was a boy came out from the sixteen year old section with a smirk on his face that looked like he was quite proud to be reaped but there was no volunteers. Well this year was going to be good. Secretly, Lilian hoped that Bridget came back and Plantanium died but she couldn't play favourites.
Neptune Ryes, District 2 Escort
Neptune fixed his ocean hair. Perhaps his name really fitted him after all he adored anything that was the colour blue and Neptune was blue at least according to the pictures but he wasn't really sure. It would also explain Neptune's outfit that only consisted of a deep shade of blue that he really wanted to sleep with it or cuddle up with it.
He loved being an escort for District 2 as they almost always win besides the expectations of the other districts but this district was the best besides the Capitol. Oh how much he couldn't wait until he gets to the Capitol to go shopping for more blue and spend more time fawning over the colour blue and maybe interact with the mentors and the tributes which he really hoped he picked more than 1 girl name as it could be really fun though maybe that was just him though.
"Good afternoooooooon, District 2!" Neptune screamed, purposely dragging the 'o' for a long time to give it a neat sound. He was all for extravagance and such. "Now let's see who our lucky tributes are from this District to compeeeeete in the 8th Quarter Quell but first… Letsssssss watch a video before we do that."
Of how much Neptune loved the video and making the the letters drag out for like an eternity until he cuts it. He payed attention to it even though he could probably recite it in his sleep though but still it wasn't so much. It held a lot of information out of it which really wasn't anything new though.
"That was fun… Who's our lucky tribute going to be… Astoria Cooper!"
A frightened squeak was heard from the thirteen year old but he ignored it; after all it wasn't really rare though. It happened a lot though but people almost always volunteered though so no one really had to worry about being reaped into the games.
"I volunteer!" A girl screamed practically bounced on stage while the thirteen year old looked relieved that she didn't go into the games.
"What's your name?" He inquired.
"Ivy Butler," Ivy responded.
"Persephone Black!"
"I volunteer!" Another girl cried out. Well at least I got myself another female like I wanted to earlier, Neptune thought to himself as he looked at the volunteer. "Alkali Mori
"Charles Star!"
"I volunteer!" someone cried out, rushing from the thirteen year old section again with a smile that looked like he was going to win. "My name is Lime Malachite."
Adelina Fang, District 3 Escort
Adelina rubbed her eyes from the tiredness that she knew that it was her fault that she might have stayed up all night because she couldn't sleep; plus those nightmares that left her breathless that she failed her duties in being an escort for District 3 so that the Capitol executed her, okay that bit sounded harsh but that was how much Adelina feared her job.
When Adelina applied for the job, she was a little worried but it wasn't so bad but now that she was know in District 3, the district she was assigned, brought panic attacks a lot. How can Adelina be a good escort? Perhaps, she was worrying too much for her own good but that was what little Adelina did while she was growing up in the middle class of the Capitol. Gosh, how much it mortified Adelina when someone talked about her past as it was some juicy gossip to tell; her friends wouldn't let it down at how ridiculous Adelina looked.
Rainbow coloured hair with maroon extensions hanged in two low braids with large, grandma glasses hanging off her face because she didn't bother paying for the operation to get fixed at the time. Everyday, Adelina wore a red sweater with those miniscule, colourful pom-poms that she used to glue onto her clothes or artwork because she loved them matched with a matching skirt and rainbow tights with dress shoes. Yes, Adelina's fashion sense was a little terrible which made Adelina cringe whenever her friends or family discuss or looking at pictures from her past. Now, she kept her rainbow hair just straightened, got rid of those dorky glasses letting her emerald eyes out that was cloaked by those dorky glasses, and changed her fashion sense drastically; wearing black after her baby girl died before she even reached a month old, something that she would not dwell on a lot.
"Miss Fang, you're on," someone said, interrupting her as she pondered on in her thoughts.
"Of course," Adelina said, wiping that small frown that was replaced by a smile that could put a cheshire cat to shame. She put a bounce into her step and look at her normal outfit; she wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps that was made of silk and reached to her knees, a rarity that Adelina wore colour instead of black.
"My name is Adelina Fang and I will be your escort for these lucky tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" exclaimed Adelina, as she gazed at the depressed crowd but glanced away quickly. "Let's watch the wonderful video brought from the Capitol!"
The video turned on after she said that, Adelina payed attention, curious to what the video contained. Soon, the video screen went black and she turned her attention back to the gloomy crowd of District 3 which kinda bought her spirits down at their gloomy mood. "Hmm…. Agnes Stuart!"
Adelina heard a reticent squeak and a shaking girl stepped out of the thirteen year old section, her steps were slow and almost forced with the constant shaking she was doing almost made Adelina get her and hug her but she retained herself from doing that.
"Telle Versey!"
A seventeen year old walking out, looking stoic and very composed of herself but she was probably scared inside.
"Elijah RoseMarrie!"
Well at least it wasn't one of those thirteen year olds though.
Andy Artino, District 4 Escort
Andy blasted on some tunes that didn't have any vocals in it so he could relax a little bit. It seemed like a dream to be accepted into being an escort and an escort from District 4! His favourite district was perhaps District 4 as he always couldn't resist himself from sponsoring the tributes that came from four every year before he decided to make an application and go to the Academy for the future escorts for the districts. He really wasn't going go by the rules of what they say since honestly, Andy couldn't remember what they said as he always took a snooze in those morning classes.
You could do this, Andy, he silently told himself as he took a deep breath to relax the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach and it almost made him want to hurl from the sheen of nervousness that he had. Just don't do anything stupid for your first day, he added. He didn't wanted to be an escort that tripped up before he even picked the names. He would most likely be mortified for a while until he decided to quit being an escort. And everyone in Panem would find out how much he tripped up during the reaping of the tributes.
"Mister Artino, you're on in about a minute," someone called out which almost made Andy jump and drop his hollow-pod onto the floor which he just replaced after the same incident happened days ago. Money wasn't the problem for him, being able to be in the richer side with having tons of money. Andy just didn't like spending money, spent it on the necessary items that he would need and save it. "I suggest you get on stage quickly and wipe that frown off your face." Andy did just that, creating a smile which he hoped would be foolproof. He wasn't exactly a smiler so it was kinda challenging for him to do so.
"Of course," Andy muttered, putting his hollow-pod back into his back pocket of his Navy blue shorts that only consisted of just back pockets which he had to have them specifically design after the childhood accidents which Andy liked to call. It was an enigma to him. It happened repeatedly and just stopped.
He tapped his finger against the microphone to see if it was working which from the stares of amusement or curiosity at him being dumbfounded about their expressions. He really wasn't great at what emotion people were feeling from the body's expression. Oops, maybe he shouldn't have done that but it was a lesson to remember for the next few years. "Good afternoon, District 4... It's good to be here on this warm day. I'm your escort Andy Artino for the lucky tributes to enter the Hunger Games!" No applause... "Before we actually begin, let's watch the video!" Too much enthusiasm.
The video was over too quickly for his taste but judging from the lack of expression in the crowd, he assumed it was played frequently but it could be from his lameness.
"Hmm... Sirene Hook!"
A girl came up on stage wearing a smile, blowing kisses and waving once she got on stage. Well someone seems jubilant about being reaped, Andy thought as he chose another name out of the reaping bowl. It was combined so it almost filled up the entire bowl.
"River Semetha!"
There was a slight pause into the air, with the fifteen year old slowly walking on stage before a voice cried out, "I volunteer!" And walked on stage composed and her smile looked force as judging from where her eyes was settled-glued to the ground. She looked unhappy but he could be wrong.
"Dock Semetha!"
"Does anyone want to volunteer?" A boy asked that wasn't stepping forward before he cried out, "I volunteer!" That was certainly strange...
"The tributes from District 4- Sirene Hook! Cleo Rivera! And Diego Barbel!" yelled Andy with a smile blooming on his face. This was defiantly going to be a fun Hunger Games, he thought to himself before he led himself and the tributes inside the Justice Building.
Quick note. Somehow I'm on my phone during band but Silver had to fix the mistakes and pointed out the IPod thing so I switched it to hollow-pod. So tell me what you think.