Here's all the forms I currently have in my file. I might have some more submissions buried in PMs, so I'll check. Otherwise, I'm still needing a Three male from Sparky She-Demon, a Six female from Tracelynn, an Eight male and Nine female from CarlpoppaLOL, and a Nine male from Manny3564 or some number like that. I don't mind however long it takes, I'm just putting the names up in case someone didn't know they had a reservation. Or if your name is up here and you DID send your Tribute, message me and I'll know to go dig it up. Sometimes I forget to copy and paste forms. They'll still be in my inbox, though, so they're not lost.
Enzo Ranger- District Six male
Bread and butter was my bread and butter. Today even more literally than usual, since Mrs. Jetson had ordered a loaf of bread, a pack of butter, and a half-gallon of milk. Most business preferred larger orders, but I could only carry what I could actually carry. I let the grocery bag bounce against my leg as I walked down the sidewalk toward her building.
After I got out of the elevator and reached her door in the middle of the hall, I rang the bell.
"Hold on!" she yelled, and I heard the sounds of a mother shoving messes aside and shooing a child on her way to the door. The door opened, and Mrs. Jetson smiled at me.
"Hello, Enzo! My, you're so quick, I wasn't even expecting you yet!" She shoved a hand into her pocket and came out with a small wad of crumpled bills.
"I think there's a little extra in there, but that's okay," she said.
"I won't sweat it if you don't," I said, and I winked. I didn't bother to count the money before putting it in my pocket. I knew Mrs. Jetson was good for it. And if I was going to cheat someone, it wouldn't be the boy who delivered my groceries, and it would be for more than a couple of cents.
'You'll never get a job if you don't do your homework', I mockingly chided myself, mentally imitating my mother's voice. I thought of my father, hurriedly filling out my English sheets while she wasn't looking, because I was too busy with my job. I did most of my homework, anyway. Especially the math. Gotta be able to count those fat stacks. Maybe not that fat, but stacks at least.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Pibb," I said when I reached the next customer down the hall. I bought groceries for a couple of floors of a building at a time, more or less depending on if people were ordering baking soda or a ham. I started with the top floor and worked my way down.
"Hope she's worth it," I said as I handed him a bag containing strawberries and baking chocolate. He blushed and slunk back into his apartment.
One of the best things about my job was seeing so many different people. Some of them had a lot to talk about, like Miss Cela and her twenty white rats. Or old Mr. Newton, who could sling jokes back at me as fast as I fired them. I liked seeing all the specific people that made up our crowded District. There was so much life in the dull, stark apartment complexes. Through the cracked-open doors, I could see every apartment all decorated in different ways, from Mrs. Jetson's child-filled chaos to Mr. Pibb's stark bachelor pad. It made me smile seeing Six chugging along, full of all these tiny slices of life. Just some food for thought, I guess.
Sundew "Sun" Keope- District Twelve female
Bryony and I walked down the dirt path, not really doing anything in particular. There wasn't much to do in Twelve. We could look in the windows at things we could never buy, or walk in the woods and smell flowers, and that was about it.
"Rowan kept peeking at me in history class," Bryony said, dancing out in front of and around me as we walked. "Of course I wouldn't know if I hadn't been peeking back at him. And he definitely saw me, and he kept peeking. Do you think he likes me?"
"Maybe," I said. "Maybe you should ask him."
"I knoooow, but I'm nervous," Bryony said. "I don't want to seem clingy, but I also don't want him to think I'm not interested and go after someone else. I think I'll peek at him again tomorrow, and if he's still peeking at me, then after school I'll say something. Unless he says something first…"
I was listening, really. I just wasn't really paying attention to every single word. Bryony was my friend and I was happy being with her, but when she talked about things that seemed so unimportant, I kind of just absently listened. What she cared about was that I was with her, not that I was spellbound by her stories.
"Oh my gosh! Look!"
Bryony bent over suddenly. She pushed a metal trashcan sideways and picked up a little glittering circle. She gasped quietly at the dirty, but still shiny, object.
"A whole half-dollar," she said. "Someone must have dropped it and not seen where it went, or they were so rich they didn't want to touch a trash can."
"Lucky," I said. Money didn't just grow on the ground, especially in Twelve.
"That's a quarter for me and a quarter for you," Bryony said, catching me by surprise. If I'd found the coin, it wouldn't even have entered into my head to share it. Once Bryony said that, I felt a little guilty.
"I suppose we should really use it for something smart," I said, though I didn't want to.
"Or… we could buy those flower hairbands I always look at," Bryony said. "They're so pretty, and I've been looking at them for weeks. We'll never find another half-dollar again, probably in our whole lives."
It wasn't hard to talk me into it. We headed for the shop, stopping sometimes to look at other window displays at the things we could actually afford now.
"I'm so excited," Bryony said, as much to herself at to me. She didn't mind if you weren't listening, as long as you weren't not listening. "I've wanted those hairbands for so long. But I never thought I could afford them! I'm going to ask my mom to braid my hair and I'll wear mine when I talk to Rowan tomorrow. He'll think I'm so pretty…"
One of the displays caught my eye, and I stopped. My eyes landed on a pair of fake silver bangle bracelets with black glass jewels.
"Those are really pretty. Let's buy those instead," I said. I started through the doorway.
"Well…" I heard Bryony behind me. Then she started walking. "Those are nice, too. And we can match. That's the most important part." She followed me into the store, and soon we had matching bracelets. She was right. This was definitely better than buying something smart.
Enzo: Enzo is slightly tanned, with almond shaped brown eyes that look black. He's tall and agile, and his hair is shoulder length. He can be called handsome, but in a very plain way.
Sun: Sun has thick, dirty blonde hair that falls to just below her shoulders. She always wears it scraped into a high ponytail because she hates it in her face. She has dull, blue eyes and thin lips. She is somewhat tall for her age and gender, coming in at 5'9; she weighs about average for her age category too - she's not malnourished like some in twelve.
