I know this took a long time but that's no fault of my own, tribute entries took a while but I've finally got another duo, My name has changed to 10's tribute due to not being able to write it in Fanfics, so here is the second pair of reapings ,enjoy
Cruise thread-16-Untrained
The giggles of my cousins filled the boat as they swayed it from side to side. I remember my view of the reapings when I matched them, it was a great day when we got to go on the boat and play till noon. It means something completely different now, the day that we watch idiots volunteer for, well, the hunger games.
"Cruise! Cruise come quick, look!" The kids excitingly shouted Clambering up I wondered through to see some sea turtles bobbing in our wake. For me I see this every Sunday when I work but for them its new and exciting, like fishing.
"Pretty neat, Huh?" I asked. They hadn't even peered from the edge where the turtles were enjoying the supportive current. "Hey, how about you chuck them some of this?" the sea grass had caught the attention of both cousins, this time and they were eager to throw the turtles a hand full of their favourite food.
I went back to preparing the net, twisting it intricately with a medley of grass, Sea grass and the odd bits of acquired thread. The entire weaving was almost finished before I noticed the boat taking a sharp corner, must be time for the reaping.
My large family had put their formal celebration clothes on earlier, and being the only child eligible for the reaping all my family re-assured me that I wont get reaped, and if I do, someone will volunteer.
Standing in the 16 year old section, we looked like a whole family, every boy had sandy dark hair and sea green eyes, well bar my family we had a striking pale blue eye colour. As our mayor stood up and began talking my interest quickly faded. I plucked a thread from my trousers and began to make a lobster trap reef, a knot of my mums invention. Then I used my little finger as the lobster searching for food and pop, caught till our small boat comes and hauls it up. District four life is awesome.
The actual reapings then begin and we see typical career techniques being played out, well I'm not sure if being stupid is a technique I think 'Araminta' is definitely a physical career. And so I'm ready to wander back home and haul our catch ,reapings-a great use of everyone's time!
"And now because of our extra special Quarter Quell, we are going to have four more fortunate tributes! Our lucky boy is…" Damn! Oh, how could I forget it's a stupid quell. I could actually get reaped, only two tributes have expected to be volunteering ,so the likelihood is that there will be at least one reaped tribute"
"Cruise Thread!" please volunteer, please. Oh god, faces have been turned to me now and any careers that are going to volunteer have obviously decided to postpone their actions. My body shivers in tight fear as I almost seize up walking to the decorated stage.
Both of the menacing pair are glaring at me now, probably deciding how they're going to murder me .The only benefit the fear I'm feeling is giving me, is the fact my paralysed body is now looking unfazed at my wailing family.
Concuer Strike-14-Trained
"And don't be afraid to be creative, sponsors remember that exiting deaths give them what they want and they'll return the favor, " My mum was squawking in my ear as I shredded dummies with a thick rectangular knife , with the same sinister tone that matched her facial expression. She should be locked up, her mind is always in the games and it's dangerous, horrid even. I shouldn't be here now, this isn't fair, and I don't want to do this. Really I should, as it's what I was born for, literally, trained from the youngest age. 'A born victor' I was called. I'm really more of a born trophy; I'm just another achievement for mother. The birth of her only child always came second to her victory in the 64th Hunger Games.
"What are you doing?" Her croaky shrill voice was angry now at my thoughtful pause.
"It's only a dummy, what's it going to do, wake up and strangle me?" Her logic was definitely questionable.
"The fucking tributes will, and then what will all this training have given you? What will you been then? Just another unmemorable career failure!" She was seriously messed up; she loved me for training, not as a daughter. I couldn't stop picturing children looking back at me on the dummy's faces , torn away from home to be killed by some trained career . Mum had her lips pursed now, definitely satisfied by the skill I was displaying. I could watch her eyes judging me with every swipe I took, flickering up my slender body; it was kept that way, even though strength was important. She always tells me, 'the sponsors want good looks'.
"I've been thinking," Mother was still scanning me, but now with much more intent and thought. "Drop the knife."
"Why?" I frowned.
"Don't question me, Concuer!" My favorite knife clattered onto the textured matt flooring. She wasn't angry now, only arrogant, so I want to keep it that way. She took three slow steps back and stood there, I was almost pressed up against the wall by the focused dark pits of her eyes, even though I was in the centre of a large private training centre. That's when she lunged at me.
I quickly slammed her backward with my elbow, her charge was reckless and out of control. Her hands slashed at my face as she turned around, her harsh face angered. With another swipe, I had her arm and quickly pulled her hand across her neck. Hearing the shallow desperate breaths from this crazy freak, I pinned her down, my limbs easily containing her.
"What the hell are you doing?" I said, the career edge in my voice that she had been trying to coax out was definitely apparent.
"Good, very good," her voice was almost silky now, and it scared me. "I've decided that as it's the Quell, you're ready. A fourteen year old with that much skill will definitely be remembered, now we're leaving, this is your year Concuer! Believe me, it's your time to shine."
The adrenaline pulsing through my veins blurs every moment. My mum dragging me with the smile that reminded me of my inevitable death. I thought I had 4 more years, but of what? Slashing lifeless dummies? Being practically starved? I suppose my life was heading this way, and why not take the shortcut if the journey is painful and the destination sickening?
So now I'm stood in the crowds of the careers in training, of course I should be one, but starting so young, I was so much more able, how I wish I never got the hang of all of this or at least be clever enough to pretend to. I stared at the stage watching the traditional proceedings; the chilling boy and the stupid girl who humiliated herself on the day she was waiting for, guessing from the size of both of their figures, I was probably their first victim.
A reaped boy was then picked, I felt sorry for him, he didn't want this and his shivers sure did show it. I suppose I'm reaped but I'm doing it while looking cocky." And now for our 4th tribute, Eliza slars! A twelve year old girl looked around pleadingly. How ever much I didn't want to do this it would be twelve times worse for her, and my mother was giving me such a look of deathly expectation I had no choice anyway. Slightly delayed I reluctantly announce" I volunteer as tribute for district four," and wander up to the stage slowly ,everyone is a little disgruntled by such a young volunteer, but they don't know Concuer Strike, and they don't know what she's been through.
Should there be a sponsor system?
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,10's Tribute