Reaping Day, District 6

Jacqueline "Jacky" Ward (17)

Jacky waited patiently. She had olive skin, and was very thin. Her hair was dark brown, it reached her shoulders. She waited behind the corner in an alleyway, observing the transaction take place. The baker stood in front of his store with the customer. The baker had his hand out for the customer to drop a few precious coins into his hand for a loaf of bread. Jacky was waiting for the perfect moment, right when the transaction happened, right when money was about to be transferred over, and right when neither the baker nor the customer was sure whose responsibility it was to make chase.

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out the coins. Now was the time to strike. Jacky slowly left the alleyway and walk in their direction. The man placed his fist full of change right over the bakers open palm. Right when the man opened his fist and the coins began to fall in the air, that moment Jacky ran straight into their arms. She knocked the coins onto the ground and snatched the bread. The two men scrambled down onto the ground for the coins, as she sprinted away. They'd be arguing over whose money it was well before they'd think to chase after her.

She ran down an alleyway, jumped over a fence, crossed some railtracks, and made it safely to an open junkyard. There she began to devour the bread. It was the best food she'd had in weeks. Normally she'd fight for the scraps at the state home she lived in. Scrapping with the other poor starving kids for whatever morsels of foods they could get. But today was special. It was reaping day. Jacky felt a little invincible on reaping day. Because even if she got caught stealing, she'd still need to report to the reapings, and if she got picked she might avoid the lashings. What a morbid thought. Still, stealing almost made her feel nostalgic, remembering the days of her childhood. After her mother died in a factory accident, she was homeless and alone, living on the streets, stealing and pick pocketing to survive. That was until she got caught a couple times and sent to the state home. She still has the scares from those floggings. As much as she hated the thought of getting caught, she still loves the thrill.

Boeing Hellman (13)

Boeing sat at his kitchen table waiting patiently. He had pale skin, he was short and thin. He had curly brown hair that falls in his face. Boeing's father walked in through the front door. "Daddy!" Boeing called out as he ran over and gave his father a hug.

Boeing's mother entered the kitchen and saw his father had arrived. "Where's the bread you were picking up?" She asked.

Boeing's father shook his head. "Some street urchin came and snatched it right out of my hands when I was handing the baker my coins. I ended up getting in an argument with the baker. I felt I hadn't paid him yet, he felt differently. It caused quite the scene."

"It's okay daddy, we don't need bread." Boeing spoke as he broke his embrace. His father smiled and rustled Boeing's hair.

"Still, we don't have much to eat. I wanted to make sure Boeing had something good to eat before the reaping." Boeing's mother spoke in disappointment. "I know how nervous he was last year. I don't want him to go through that again with an empty stomach."

"It's okay mommy. I'm not afraid. I know I won't be picked." Boeing said. It was true, he was super nervous last year. His stomach hurt a lot. But he grew a lot this year. In math class they explained just how little chance it was that they would be reaped, it took away a lot of his fear.

"That's right champ. Your name is in there so little times. It's practically impossible. Plus it'd probably kill your mother and me if you were selected. And we don't want that." Boeing's father said with a big smirk.

"Come here, both of you." Boeing's mother spoke. The three members of the Hellman family came together in one big hug.

The Reapings

When Boeing entered after getting signed in and the blood taken, he walked to the thirteen year old boy section. Last year he was so afraid because he didn't know what he was doing, but this year he knew exactly what was happening and where to go. He spotted his good friend Paul. "Hey man." Boeing greeted him.

"Hey Boeing, how you feeling? Scared?" Paul asked.

Boeing shook his head. "Not really. Not this time. You want to come over after? We can play trains."

"Of course." Paul said. "Sounds fun."

Jacky was shuffled along with the rest of the seventeen year old girls into their section. She hated the reapings, what a pathetic show by the capitol. She hated it just as much as she hated the rest of the capital and everything it represented. All it meant to her was the grumble in her stomach she felt most days. But not day, that bread filled her up quite nice.

The escort walked up to the microphone. "Happy Hunger Games! Ladies first!" The escort reached in and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Jacqueline Ward!"

Jacky made a fist. God damn it. Hadn't she suffered enough? All she could think was Fuck the Capitol. Fuck everything. Two peacekeepers entered the section. One reached over and grabbed her arm. She jerked it away from him. She then began her march to the stage. It was easy for her to act brave. The arena didn't scare her. Every day she fought for her life, fought starvation, floggings. The arena wouldn't be much different.

Boeing watched as the female tribute walked up the stairs. She looked so thin, her clothes were torn and she looked filthy. Not the best representation of their district.

"Excellent! Now onto the boys." The escort spoke.

"Boeing Hellman."

Boeing stood there in shock. He didn't believe it. Fear began to take over. He looked at his friend Paul who looked in complete disbelief. "Mommy." Boeing whispered.

Jacky looked over the crowd as she saw the peacekeepers heading over to the 13 year olds section. She heard the most terrifying shriek. It came from the adults. She could only imagine that was probably the boy's mother.

The boy was dragged up onto the stage by the peacekeepers. Jacky gave him a good look over. He looked so soft and clean. There was no way he'd survive in the arena. The boy stood right up next to her. Tears flowed down his face. "Hey kid." Jacky said.

"What?" Boeing asked, trying to wipe away his tears.

"See these scars?" Jacky pointed at the dozen scars on her right arm alone from all the floggings.

"Yeah." Boeing said.

"I've been through hell and back, and have the scars to show for it. I'm not afraid, but you should be."

Boeing had never been so scared in his life.

Author's Notes

Okay so here we jump a little ahead to District 6, just because they were the next complete district when I started writing it. I'll probably try and keep it mostly in order after this.

I still need 3 boys, from District 4, 8 and 11. I had accepted one for 4 but I wasn't happy with him so I opened it up again. If you've checked my profile I wrote a little thing about what I'm looking for with these next few tributes so I'll just copy paste it here:

Alright, I do not need anymore bloodbaths. I have not been too picky so far in the tributes I've selected. I've mostly taken who I've gotten. I might be a little bit choosier for these last few just so I don't have an abundance of similar characters. The three slots are all boys. Here is a list of characters I am NOT looking for: Evil sociopaths, super smart tributes, Jerks, tributes who are mostly angry or hateful, characters who are always bitter and hate the capitol and everything, anyone related to or associated with a previous tribute or victor. Again these are the kinds of tributes I DON'T want. Feel free to PM me and ask about what I might be looking for before you submit your tribute.

I hope this helps in creating these last few tributes so we get a good diverse cast. Till Next Time.