HOLA! Short A/N for this one. Just wanted to let you know that this one will be a bit more cheery, because a source (Hunger Games Wiki, can you blame a girl for trying to be accurate?) has told me that District two supports the capitol the most. Just a bit, though. I hope you enjoy who I decided to put for each district, and thank you (yes, you four people) for subbing! It means a lot! Enjoy, and tell people about it, please! Thank you muchly!
-AVGPH
Chapter Two: District Two.
Jesse St. James.
Jesse's final reaping. One day more filled with the fear of the unknown, anticipation foreboding all other thoughts. Jesse St. James understood the Capitol's reasoning for it, in fact, he even supported it, but that didn't halt the phobia of death. Sure, he understood that everything must face death at one point, but why so young? He pushed the thoughts to the back of his head, something that he had become accustomed to lately. When the thought was vaporized from his subconscious, he ran a hand through his corse, curly hair. He- an eighteen year old boy, no, man, was as ready as he could be for the impending ceremonies. With 9 years of training under his belt, if the odds weren't in his favor… he would be ready.
Having a tradition of dressing up for the Ceremonies, he straightened the tie around his neck, making sure it was secured tightly. It was. A silent padding inside resided, and Jesse looked over to spot his sister.
"Julie," he exclaimed, smiling at the short brunette, picking her up and spinning around as Julie, a twelve year old youth squealed with rapture.
"Jesse!" the petite girl beamed as her hair flew around her face and her legs swung around from the spinning. Jesse placed her on top of the ebony dresser, courtesy of district 7. The girl grinned at Jesse, anxious of his reply to her.
"Hey, kiddo!" Jesse said, flashing his 100- watt smile.
"Hey, Jesse! You're all fancy-like!" Julie voiced, amused by how ornamental her brother appeared. "Does this mean that I have to be fancy, too?"
"It's customary, but you don't have to if you don't want to," Jesse chortled with a shake of his head, and a grin still placed on his face.
"I wanna be all pretty like you!"
"Not pretty," Jesse asserted, "handsome." He winked.
"Gotcha." There was a brief silence that hing in the air, until Julie said "I'm gonna get handsome now, Jesse.
An amused look crossed Jesse's face, as he nodded. "Okay. make sure you're ready in time for us to depart!" He waved at his sister.
About 10 minutes later, Julie St. James walked into the living area, looking up at her brother.
"How do I look?" Julie inquired, spinning around in her scarlet dress.
"Wonderful," Jesse replied, placing his strong hand into Julie's petite hand. "Ready?"
Julie nodded, and with that, they set off to the reaping.
Brittany S. Pierce.
Brittany Susan Pierce glanced at her cat, a concerned look dwelling in the creases of her face. "C'mon, Lord Tubbington! If you keep coming in here are reading my journal, I know you'll turn it into the Capitol, and they'll find out my plans for a time machine." The blonde pouted and poked the obese tabby cat, and a dark growl/meow came from deep within the cat's throat. Brittany frowned at the feline, crossing her arms skeptically. "Fine, but if you get chosen for the Hunger Games, the Capitol's gonna take you away.
The gargantuan tabby got up and sauntered off, and Brittany looked at the retreating cat. He. Was. Hopeless. Brittany stood up from her creaky bed, scoping through her closet and finding a white tee shirt, and jeans. She quickly changed into them, and found a pair of shoes, accidentally but unknowingly putting the left shoe on the right, and right on left. She walked into the living area striding up to her mother. "Mom, can you tie my shoes?" She asked, crinkling up her nose.
Brittany did not have any mental issues, anything wrong within her mind. However, she was a child trapped in a 16 year old's body. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
"Brittany, honey," Mrs. Pierce said, taking off her daughter's shoes and placing them on the correct foot, "are you sure that you don't want to dress up for the reaping?"
Brittany shook her head, "I haven't gotten reaped yet, and there's, like, a really small chance if I haven't already got in, right?"
Mrs. Pierce sighed, shrugging. "I guess."
Brittany nodded, smiling as she took her mother's hand in hers. "Wait, can I bring Lord Tubbington?"
"No, hon," Mrs. Pierce chuckled. "You'll see him once you get home."
Brittany nodded again, walking out the door into the crisp air, and looking back at her home.
She'd be back.
The Reaping.
It wasn't just the age old, tiring deal in District two. For Emma, it was a nice relief of stress. District Two was the cheeriest District, and by far the most supportive of the Capitol's motives. And the victors? They- well, sort of smiled when the walked out. Emma grinned, carefully watching the crowd and waiting for the chatter to die down. "Excuse-" they continued to chatter, and Emma rose her voice. "Excuse me!" The crowd died down, and head gradually began to face up front. "Hello, people of District Two, and Happy Hunger Games!" the crowd cheered, and Emma couldn't help but grin at the congregation's enthusiasm. This was precisely the reason why she loved her job. District Two.
"Well, let's get to it, then!" Emma said, in her optimistic shrill. She walked over to the crystal bowl, reaching her green glove- that matched her wig, into the bowl, drawing out a single slither of paper. One single slither of paper that held life, and possible death, in it. One name. One announcement. Emma ran her eyes over the paper, the name written in decent handwriting. "For the ladies-" there was a pause. "Brittany Susan Pierce!"
Brittany looked up from the gravel. Her name had been called. She looked back at her mom, saying "Make sure that Tubs doesn't read my diary."
She walked out, into the isle separated by Peacekeepers. It wasn't a long time until she was up on the stage, playing with her hands. She waved, and resumed picking on a nail, as Emma beamed out into the crowd. "Okie dokie! Now, for the males!" She paraded to the other bowl, handling the paper with care, as she read aloud, "Jesse St. James!" chipperly.
Jesse looked over to the girl's side, and Julie St. James looked right at her brother, tears building up in her eyes. Why him? he was just about to finish his years of being a possible tribute. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. Jesse seemed to smile, though, and walked up to the stage. It was better him being drawn than Julie. Anything was better than that possibility.
Jesse had always been a wonderful actor, and it helped, particularly in this situation. His confident smirk hid everything that he dare not connect with.
Brittany looked at Jesse, and he in return. They then looked at the crowd, and Effie smiled. "District Two, your male and female tributes for the 74th Hunger Games!"
The crowd cheered at the mayor sauntered up and read aloud the Treaty of Treason. When he finished, the crowd resumed talking, and the people who wished to say goodbye to the tributes did so.
Mrs. Pierce ran up to Brittany, hugging her. "Remember to put your shoe on the right foot, okay?" She said, smiling a bit.
"Mom, make sure Tubs doesn't read my diary. It's super important." She smiled in return, and Mrs. Pierce nodded.
"Will do."
Meanwhile, Julie St. James and Jesse's father walked up to Jesse. Julie said nothing, but instead embraced her big brother. her hero, into a long hug. She tried not to cry, she knew that Jesse would make it out, that he would be back. Even though there was a tiny voice telling her that not everything would be as it seemed, she ignored it, pushed it away, just like her big brother.
"I'll miss you, Jul," Jesse whispered into Julie's ear, "I love you.'
"I love you too, Jesse."
After a couple of minutes of hugging, the Peacekeepers walked up to them, tapping Jesse on the shoulder.
"I've got to go, okay? Take care of mom for me."
"I will," She replied, her fragile voice cracking, and her mother dragging her away.
A single, silent tear ran down Jesse's face as Brittany and he departed to the Captiol.
WOW.
That was even hard for me to write. Okay, well that's chapter two! Cheery, right?
Heh...
R&R, please! Chapter 3 will be up next week!
