District 5 Reapings
Emily Pollick, Victor of the 55th Hunger Games
Emily had an unusual name, and she liked it. She was of heavy Hispanic descent. In her heritage, the name Emily meant "hard-worker". Emily liked to think of herself as a hard worker, but not in the way that one might think. She donated nearly eighty percent of the payouts of her victory to the poor of District 5, for she had been among them before she was crowned victor. Nowadays, Emily spent most of her time at the local soup kitchen. Something about helping the less fortunate caused a feeling of peace to well up inside of her. The women she worked at the soup kitchen with, she developed in-depth relationships with. Whenever they worked together, Emily hummed with belonging.
Emily picked at the tendrils of her dark hair nervously as the man who was District 5's escort gave a short introductory speech to District 5's population. To distract herself, Emily focused on her dress. It was a long dress that seemed to sparkle like water. When she was a teenager it had been her token of luck for the reapings, and it had worked well until her last year when she was reaped. Although it was more than a little tight, Emily wore it again to these reapings. Emily watched as the escort approached the women's reaping bowl. District 5 had three living female victors. The escort plucked out one of the names before sashaying over to the microphone and unfolding the square of paper.
"Emily Pollick," he announced. Emily froze in place. Her face completely void of expression, she exited her section and walked up to the microphone. She stole a quick glance at the two other women who were District 5's other female victors. She saw looks of pity in their eyes. Not surprisingly, neither of them volunteered for her. Emily had always pitied the helpless, those who felt hopeless and felt like they could not be safe. Now, she was the person she pitied. How ironic.
Klink Byrae, Victor of the 47th Hunger Games
Klink was District 5's only living male victor. He knew that he was going into the Hunger Games, and so he took his position beside Emily immediately. What was the point of waiting for the escort to draw his name? It was Klink's philosophy that worrying about the future only made you suffer twice. But, no matter how hard he tried to reassure himself, he couldn't get the crawling worm of dread in his stomach to go away.
The escort looked a little taken aback when Klink took his place immediately, but he continued to draw the only slip of paper from the reaping bowl. He read out Klink's name.
Never saw that coming. Klink mumbled to himself, and he let out a little giggle.
"I give you the tributes of District 5!" their escort proclaimed as he instructed them to shake hands. Klink offered Emily a simple handshake.
Here are the two District 5 tributes! Please review!
