A/N: this chapters dedicated to the one and only tboz01 for creating the perfect character for district 2, which I love them so much for (: cookies to all who review, and maybe a sneak preview of future chapters for their character? Actually, I PROMISE A SNEAK PREVIEW OF YOUR CHARACTER IF YOU REVIEW. (: that's how I do that.
"Bink! Binky-Boo-Boo!" Aedos Avis seethed at his older brother, his dull blue eyes blazing with jealousy.
"Don't call me that Ares; you know mom told you not to call me that." Aedos sat up in bed and tousled his pale blond hair to the right, so of course it leaned towards the right. His bedroom was messy and unkempt, much like his appearance, so to speak.
"Mother knows best," cold hard resentment flashed through Ares eyes and he twitched a shark tooth grin. Aedos scowled. Ares had always been jealous of their mother's specific liking of Aedos for his "pure modest soul." The reason why she argued for his name sake. Zeus Avis, the father of the household wanted to name Aedos something cruel and harsh much like his brother, Ares, named after the god of war.
Anastasia Avis struggled for power to name her youngest child and won, agreeing to name him after a god but optioning for Aedos, the god of modesty. It was really the Goddess of modesty, and Ares still made fun of him for it. This brought up the reason why Ares called him Bink, because apparently, anything was better than Aedos, the name Aedos himself just happened to cherish, except for its feminism, which he could ignore quite easily.
Aedos stretched and got out of bed awkwardly, his body was hitting a growth spurt randomly. His brother stood in the corner, sweeping his hand messily through his perfect golden brown locks, and wiping invisible lent from his navy blue cardigan. Ares was the perfect ladies man, strong, handsome, and the winner of last years Hunger Games. That sure mad his father proud. It just made it even harder for Aedos to be just as good as his older brother.
Aedos was eighteen and it was his last year of the reapings, whether he wanted to be chosen or not, he really wasn't sure of. Win and hear praise and eternal glory, especially from those he desired it most from, his family, or die. Then there was the option of letting someone volunteer for him, which would mean suffering complete shame and embarrassment, which was worse than dying if you asked him.
He tugged on a crimson sweater over a white collared polo, and a fine pair of vintage black dress pants, then he tugged on his white shoes. He combed his curly white-blonde hair back, into the dorky way that he despised, but his mother liked, and walked downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his half open eyes. The maid walked into his room behind him, her eyes feeling with tears at the smell. Hah.
He shoved fresh warm pancakes into his gigantic mouth aimlessly, like a garbage disposal, until his mother gave him a disapproving look. He had the decency to use utensils and a napkin, was that not enough?
They arrived at the square and he feel into line with the oldest members of the reaping, and waited for the president to announce this years "catch" since it was the quarter quell.
"There will be no volunteers, since the capitol shows no mercy!" interesting. Oh well, he knew now there was no way someone could volunteer for him, or he wouldn't have to volunteer, he wouldn't be going to the games! Yes!
"Aedos Avis!" he froze. What? He was pretty sure he was drooling. His brother and his friends laughed hysterically in the background.
"Dude your brothers a goner! He wouldn't last five minutes! Poor little guy!" the blood was rushing through his head like the Grand Rapids. He took his place on the podium.
"Meet District two's tributes for the 100th Hunger Games and fourth quarter quell!" the crowd went wild, and Aedos nearly keeled over and had an epileptic seizure right there. He was a goner for sure, no argument there.
A/N: so hope you liked! (: Had fun with this one ;) haha next up, district three! OH YEAH…..REVIEEWWW!