District 5: The Reaping
District 5, the district of power, was busy setting up the Justice building, making it as clean as they could. Despite its low population, the crowd of children aged 12-18 stood below a now sparkly clean stage.
A female escort stood before the district and silently wished she could get another district. She flashed a bright, rehearsed smile and began the hunger games video.
'Let's begin our reaping! For the 96th Hunger Games!' she said to a blank crowd. Her eyebrow twitched as they stayed silent. She walked over in her ridiculously high-heels that were in a shape of a snake, apparently the rage in the Capitol.
'Krystal Reymand!'
Eyes scanned across the female crowd as dark red hair made its way onto the stage. The hair was tied into a high ponytail. The dark red hair contrasted with the paleness of its owner. This fourteen year-old was certainly something to look at. She had an intelligent look and emerald eyes that bore into your soul.
The escort seemed fulfilled by her appearance, thinking: maybe I could go with this look back home, I mean it is an unusual combination of colours! And continued onto the males.
'Flame Trann!'
The crowd of sixteen year-olds sighed. Not in relief, but because they knew with Flame, they would lose for sure. Flame was the kind of guy that had everything angry. His eyebrows were thick and bushy, giving off an "always angry" look and his personality was very angry. He had muscles but they were of no use. His black, buzzed cut hair stood out as he walked up to the stage.
Their escort stared in disgust at his dirty polo shirt and khakis. Her nose shrivelled up, as if to keep his stench of bad sense of style out. She walked slowly to the mike, staring at the two tributes.
'Well... this'll be fun! Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!' the escort said, a plastic smile on her face. As soon as her back was facing the crowd, it was a look of disgust.
'Ugh, why can't I get district 1 or 2? They at least have a sense of fashion there.' Grumbled the escort as she walked the tributes to their waiting rooms.