Maybelene Hood
"Maybelene Hood."
Maybelene Hood; twelve sickening years of being alive. Brought up being treated like a princess must have lead to being a drama queen.
She stood infront of her mirror, brushing out her golden hair which fell in waves past her shoulders. The brush slowly glided through it with no problems, and then she reached for a delicate bobble, one which has gone down the Hood family for many generations, and she pulled it through her hair and secured it in a low ponytail. Maybelene thought she was one of the prettiest girls of district 2, no, the prettiest in district 2. Turning round, she smoothed out her pink satin dress her father had bought her especially. Laughing, she ran down the stairs and kissed her mother and father goodbye, and left the house.
She wandered through the streets of Limestone Village. That was where the most wealthiest of district 2 live. Young boys and girls, obviously the same age as her, were practicing spearing and throwing knives at the trees which lined the village. She rolled her eyes. "So pathetic." She muttered. She believed if she would be picked, which would be very unlikely, she wouldn't need to practice at all. On the way to the reaping, many villagers looked at her in a strange way, but the majority of the rest just smiled and wished her good luck. She accepted gratefully, but as soon as they were out of sight, she'd act like it had never happened, and felt disgusted with herself for talking to people which daddy thought was 'lower class of the higher class'
As she began to leave the higher class area, mice started to crawl over her feet, and she screeched in shock. The members of that village started to laugh hysterically and clutch their stomachs as Maybelene glared daggers at them. She continued walking, well, tiptoeing when one woman whispered "I'm glad I voted for that brat!" Maybelene stopped in shock, but started to run, trying to get out of the dreadful place. When she had arrived at the reaping, it was packed. Families were laughing, smiling at the thought their child could become the next victor. It could be her, if she was picked. Running and throwing knives were her strong points. Also fooling people with her cuteness could help her as well. Maybelene flicked back her hair and strutted over to registration. The peacekeeper glared at her which made Maybelene angry. That was not acceptable with her, did they know who she was? Her mother was very famous for making her famous lime foods and her father was head worker at Masonry Inc. Disgusted, she spat on his notepad and walked away to her section whilst spectators tutted at her attitude. Charlene De Cherrie stood on the stage, smiling at the audience, waiting for the rest of the ever-growing district to finally settle down.
"Welcome, District 2!" she squealed. A large amount of the audience started to cheer and clap at her. She went through the normal procedure of the victor announcement and the video, and then she began. Maybelene waited anxiously in the audience, even though she wasn't going to go up there, maybe there was a tiny chance there was. That chance grew bigger, and the words flew out of Charlene's mouth like a bird from a nest.
Jonah Crook
"Jonah Crook."
Jonah Crook; sweetest 18 year old boy of the district. Surprising really, coming from the rough side of town would obviously position him in being the bad guy. Sure, he was fearless and reckless, but he wants everybody to have a nice life, unlike him. Thrown in the gutter at the age of 6, his parents running off to the capitol. Words say they never arrived. Nobody saw his true colours of being sweet. They all thought he was a violent creature who deserved to be banished from the district. People like him bring down their reputation of being the boldest out of Panem. He walked down the rotten streets of the district, trying to avoid the cans being thrown at him. Jonah was certain it was him, no-one seemed to like him accept his home of a cardboard box. At least going into the games would clothe him for at least a week. Feed him as well. It wasn't like he was a talentless person. His skills with a bow were outstanding, and running too. He was also strong at Hand-to-Hand combat, dealing with peacekeepers who have harassed him throughout the years. Climbing wasn't his strong point though. He was tall for his age, and climbing trees caused him great difficulty, resulting in a untreated broken arm during the summer when he was 11.
The sound of dogs barkening woke him up with a start. He slowly rubbed his eyes and squatted in his cardboard box and started to think of the upsides of going into the games. He'll be away from this place for sure. Before the games will start, he will gorge himself to put on a couple of pounds, and make him stronger. Nobody would want to sponsor a weak career, especially from district 2. He stood up, dusted himself off and looked around. He might never see this place again. Turning his head away, he started to walk away from the place he called home.
When he arrived at the reaping, it was just about to start, so he quickly signed in and took his place. Charlene did her usual routine, and pulled out an overly confident girl called Maybelene. She looked astonished at first, but quickly hid it with a smile and strutted up onto the stage. Waving at the audience, she smiled delightfully at Charlene who thought she was adorable. Jonah was just getting over the fact that a 12 year old had been picked when his name was blared out from all of the surrounding speakers.