District 7 Reapings
Johanna Mason, Victor of the 71st Hunger Games
Johanna just scowled through the escort's introductory remarks. Her fate was pre-ordained. As the only living female victor from District 7, she knew she was going back into the arena. Johanna could not believe how terribly she was getting screwed over. She had been promised smooth sailing from the moment she left the Hunger Games. But now they wanted to kill her again. Johanna shook her head and laughed as the escort began reading through the treaty of treason. Johanna put her hand to her mouth to amplify the sound of her yells.
"Get on with it, will ya'?" she yelled at the woman who was District 7's escort. She was extremely taken back at Johanna's remark, but continued reading the treaty of treason. The victor put her hands on her hips and made a show of fidgeting with her hair as the escort read through the boring remarks. Finally, the escort crossed over to the women's reaping bowl, containing only one name. The escort picked it out and then zipped back to the podium.
"Johanna Ma…"
"Yeah, I know," she spat, and took her place next to the escort. Johanna looked behind her at the men's section. District 7 had only one male victor as well. Johanna put her hands on her hips. Now this bum was going to join her in the arena!
Blight Holzer, Victor of the 54th Hunger Games
Blight dreaded the concept of going back into the arena. He thought about his two children. Could they manage the household without him? Who would play with them? Could they get along? Finally, a thought formed in Blight's mind that made his stomach crawl with terror. They would be sent to the community home. Whenever Blight walked his children to school each morning, the community home children were easily recognizable. The way their shoulders drooped forward hopelessly. The marks of angry hands on their faces. Blight knew that the community home would crush his two children like bugs. Blight closed his eyes, praying his wandering gaze wouldn't find his children in the crowd. That would just make it worse.
The woman who was District 7's escort crossed over to the men's reaping bowl. Blight was District 7's only living male victor.
"Blight Holzer!" the escort declared after crossing back over to the podium. Blight walked up to the microphone and took his place alongside Johanna. When asked to shake hands, Johanna laughed a high-pitched, chirpish laugh and shook her head. She offered him a quick handshake, and the two turned back to the audience. Please be safe without me, children, he hoped. He could not win these games. He knew he couldn't. He would be among countless other tributes, taken to the Capitol, killed off without a second thought. In the greater picture, he wouldn't be remembered at all. He would be forgotten. And that was what scared him more than anything.
Eyyy… Johanna and Blight! Please review!
