Today is the day. Months upon months of planning will be paid off in mere hours. Fourteen escorts have boarded their respective trains and are going to find tributes for the 176th Annual Hunger Games. Unfortunately, the Capitol has no control over the weather. Instead of the normal sunny days that come with Reaping day, dark clouds tower over the various districts of Panem. The warm, summer weather has turned into a chilly, fall-like day.
Every child from every district is signed in, awaiting their respective Reapings. The escorts are waiting for the clock to strike two, and reach into the female reaping bowl. Parents are hoping their children don't get picked. In the wealthier districts, however, some parents hope their children volunteer, to bring great pride among their district. As the Capitol says, Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
District 1:
"Hello, District One!" A chirpy Capitol citizen says into the microphone. "I am your escort, Diamond Tiara. Today is when I select one young man and woman for the honor, of representing District One in the 176th Hunger Games." She fixes her sky blue wig, glancing at the sky. "Now, we are pressed for time and I don't want you to get soaked."
Will this lady get on with it? Diamond has been the escort for years and she constantly draws out the Reaping. Diamond walks over to the ladies Reaping bowl, which has been adorned in lovely diamonds. Her blue colored skin reaches in, and digs around for a few moments. After a long while, she pulls a slip from the bowl, and walks over to the microphone.
She unwraps the slip of paper, and reads the name printed on the paper. "Gossamer Bright." Every head turns to a lanky fourteen year old girl. Her blue eyes have already filled with tears as she faces her death sentence. Before she can step out of her group, a voice calls out, "I volunteer as tribute!"
Gossamer stays in place as a seventeen year old girl walks down to the stage. Her blond hair flowed behind her and the blue gown she was wearing did the same. She kept walking to the stage, not looking behind her. She walks up on stage, greeted by Diamond Tiara herself.
Spirit leads her to the microphone. "What is your name, young lady?"
"Diamond Cortez." She says, looking at the crowd with confidence. A lady with the parents starts to sob and everyone looks at her. Diamond doesn't move, but she silently thinks to herself, 'Auntie Shine, I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me dying or anything. I'll live and come back to you.'
"What a lovely name, if I may say so myself. Now, for the boys." Diamond walks over to the boys bowl, also adorned in diamonds. She reaches in for the boy tribute.
District 2:
"Welcome! Welcome!" A woman's voice said into the microphone, her voice seeping into everyone's ears. "My name is Scootaloo and I will be your escort. Today, I will pick the tributes from District Two."
Scootaloo moved her orange dyed skin to the female reaping bowl, with had granite around the edges. Her bracelets and jewelry jangled as she picked the female name. She grabbed a slip of paper with a single name on it, and moved to the microphone. A slight wind blew by, blowing her purple hair with it. Her hair was natural, but the color wasn't.
She unfolded the paper and read the name. "Kleo Miller!"
In the Sixteen year old section, every girl turned their heads at Kleo. The girl with a chin cut hair style moved out of the crowd and started to walk to Scootaloo. As she walked to the orange freak onstage, she pleaded to everyone in her head. 'Volunteer for me! I'm not supposed to go now!' She walked up onstage with her escort and moved to the microphone.
"Would anyone like to volunteer for Miss Miller?" Scootaloo asks. No one says anything on Kleo's behalf. Kleo stands up straight, looking confident to the crowd and making sure nothing is being given away. She smoothed her skirt and looked at the crowd.
District 3:
The clouds began to pile on top of one another as District 3's escort comes up on stage. He looks like the typical Capitol citizen, yellow dyed skin and orange hair. His suit is pinstriped, the color of a Granny Smith apple. He made everyone's eyes hurt as he stepped up on stage. Those colors don't go together very well.
"Hello, District Three!" He squeals. "I'm your escort, Braeburn. I know you are all buzzing with excitement so let's get the Reaping going, shall we?" He walks over to the girl's bowl, the rim lined with pink electrical circuits. His yellow hand digs in, swirls the paper a few times, and plucked out a single name.
Braeburn walks back to the microphone and unfolds the name. In a clear, Capitol voice, he reads the girl's name. "Violet Dixon."
A fourteen year old girl calmly walks up to the stage. Her blue dress sways with her body as she makes her way to Braeburn. Whispers make their way around the crowd. Violet is well known, apparently. Murmurs of her death are circling the crowd. She hides her shock deep in her brown eyes as she takes her place beside Braeburn.
Standing next to her escort, she looked shorter than she was. Braeburn commented on her necklace, and moved on to the boy's reaping bowl, which was rimed with blue wiring.
District 4:
The salt water smell drifted into the town square, where the Reaping was held. Everyone can feel the energy, flowing from person to person. Everyone in District 4 had to hold back their excitement as their escort has popped up on stage.
"Hello, District Four!" She says in an extra chirpy, bird-like voice. "My name is Noi May, and I will be your escort. Smell that salt water. This is one of the many things I love about being an escort for District Four." She choked back her excitement and cleared her throat. "Now, the moment you have all been waiting for. The Reaping. As usual, ladies first."
Noi makes her way to the female Reaping bowl, adorned in seashells and sand. She flounced over in her mermaid outfit, and her newly dyed light purple skin. She reached her hand in and dug for a name. She picked a name and walked over to the microphone.
"Arial…"
"I volunteer!" a voice calls from the fifteen year old section. People shuffle to let the volunteer through. A tall girl with blond hair makes her way through the crowd and moves toward Noi.
"Brilliant! Come on up, darling." Noi says, looking at her volunteer. Everyone has their eyes fixed on the volunteer. She makes her way up the stairs, her jacket covering her muscles. Noi snatches up the skinny girl and moves her to the microphone. "What is your name, sweetheart?"
"My name is Maya Matthews." She says, putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, congratulations!" Noi pats Maya on the back and looks to the crowd. "Now, for the boys."
District 5:
"My name is Silver Spoon and I will be your escort!" A woman says with a silver body. "Reaping day has come once again, but this year will be the best year yet! Let's get the show started!" She makes her way to the girl's bowl, decorated with lightning bolts to show power, the district trade.
Her silver fingers pluck a name from the bowl and she makes her way to the microphone. Unfolding the paper, every girl sucks in her breath. The same thought ripples through everyone's mind. Don't pick me. Don't pick me.
"Isadora Jolf! Oh, what a fun name to say!" Silver Spoon says, looking through the crowd. The fourteen year old section has some shuffling going on, probably to find Isadora. "Come on up, sweetheart, don't be shy!" She beckons to her newest tribute.
A short girl walks out of her section towards the stage. She tucks some of her short, brown hair behind her ears and continues to walk. Her gray eyes show no emotion. Her green dress swished as she walked. Around the chest, it looked a bit baggy. She walked up on stage with Silver Spoon.
Silver Spoon congratulates her, and moves to the boy's bowl.
District 6:
"My name is Shining Armor and I am proud to be your escort!" A man with pale skin and blue hair says. Shining says a few words and then moves to the girl's bowl, with a train on the rim. He sticks his pale hand in and digs for a name. When his fingers pick a name, he grabs it out of the train adorned bowl.
He crosses to the microphone and loudly reads the name. "Amanda Steer." A skinny twelve year old girl starts to move out from the crowd. Amanda moves up the rows, slowly making her way to Shining. Suddenly, as she's half way there, a voice calls out from the fifteen year old section.
"I volunteer!" A girl with sparkling eye make-up moves out of the crowd and asks little Amanda to go back to her spot.
"I believe we have a volunteer." Shining says, looking at the girl who took Amanda's place.
Everyone takes notice of this girl. Her outfit is a brightly colored coat, and her eyes are covered in sparkles. She walks proudly to Shining, not looking at anyone but Shining Armor. She walks up the stairs and stands on the stage.
"What bravery! What is your name?" Shining shoves the microphone in her face.
"My name is Kira Shock." She says, looking at the crowd with her brown eyes. I will win and make District 6 proud!
District 7:
The district escort, Berry Punch, pulls out a name from the girl's Reaping bowl, decorated with trees. As her purple tinted hand comes out from the bowl, every girl is hoping it isn't her. The escort goes to the microphone, unfolds the name, and reads the slip of paper in a loud, commanding voice.
"Shelia Carwell."
The girls in the seventeen year old section look at Shelia. A moment of fear flickers in her hazel eyes, but she quickly regains her posture. She hugs the girl beside her and leaves her section. Her lilac dress matches the color of the escort's skin and her hair blows behind her as she walks. She walks slowly, with confidence, to her district escort and, possibly, her death sentence.
Murmurs ripple through the crowd. People seem to notice her as she takes her walk of death where three hundred tributes before her took. Berry Punch snatches her up and makes her stand on stage. Tears threaten to fall as she looks at her district. Someone, please. Volunteer for me. Please!
Her requests were not met, as the escort with purple skin reaches for the male tribute.
District 8:
A bouncy, Capitol male comes up onstage, ready to call out the District 8 tributes. "Hello, District Eight! My, my. You all look fantastic this year. Must be a good thing to come from the textile district. My name is Cosmic Sky and I will be your escort this year." He shares a similar costume design as Dusk Shine, both being named after night. His skin is a midnight blue and his suit has stars all over it.
"Ladies first!" He squeals in a high pitched voice. He walks over to the girl's Reaping bowl, adorned with fabrics and silk. He reaches his midnight blue hand inside, reaching for one name. One name of thousands.
He shuffles his hand a little bit, and finally pulls one name. His dress shoes make a clipping noise as he walks back to the microphone. As he unfolds the name, a few twelve year olds gasp and suck in their breath. Depending on their family life, their name has only been in there once.
"Flim Tayles." Cosmic says, looking at the crowd. Simultaneously, every head turns to a short seventeen year old. Some boys call out her name, others stand in silence. Flim begins her death walk, walking up in her orange sundress.
She walks up to Cosmic, not showing any emotion in her blue eyes. She lets out a breath, trying to stand tall. Cosmic asks her to stand on stage while he asks for volunteers. No one speaks up. The escort congratulates Flim, and moves onto the boys.
District 9:
Another year, another Reaping, another torture of seeing Film Reel in District 9. Those are the only words that can describe the fear from children from District 9. After seeing Jae and Omar murdered, some people can't bear to watch the Games. However, it is mandatory.
As the wind blew, Film Reel stepped out from behind the stage. Her flamboyant orange and purple dress was showed off to the grain district, and her bright orange hair was separated into sections. A necklace made of film reels was around her throat, giving her her name. Most people know that the names of the escorts are made up.
"Hello, hello!" Film says, looking at the rather worn out children of 9. "Today is a very special day! I can't wait to see who our newest tributes are! Let's start with the girls." She makes her way to the girl's Reaping bowl, rimmed with grain seeds.
She dips her hand in, and takes her precious time, ignoring the reports for a downpour. She fishes out one name, and walks back to the microphone. She, rather than unfolding, rips the paper open to reveal the female tribute.
"Jayd Blair!"
A small, fourteen year old girl steps out from the crowd. People notice her immediately. The dress she is wearing, somewhat, screams out District 9, by being covered in flowers. She doesn't look at anyone but Film Reel. She continues her walk of death by staring at her escort. Silence is the only thing that could be heard as she walked up the stairs of the stage.
"How exciting! Who will be her district partner? Let's find out." Film Reel begins her walk to the boy's Reaping bowl as Jayd stands onstage, no emotion in her face.
District 10:
Everyone watches as the mayor lists off previous Hunger Games victors. As he lists them, only Annabelle Tilson and Dane Gurley walk up onstage. The most previous victor from the seventh Quarter Quell is named, Jada Caldwell. Every citizen watches as a pregnant Jada walks up on stage, taking her seat next to Annabelle.
Once Jada has been named, Kiani Marble prances out on stage. Her color scheme was the same as last year, being covered head to toe in purple. Her voice is as high as a bird, and her personality is just as bubbly.
"Welcome!" She says into the microphone. "I would like say what an honor it is to be escorting District Ten. I would also like to say that I would like to miss the downpour, so let's get this show on the road."
Kiani moves herself to the female Reaping bowl, decorated with black and white spots, representing a cow. She reaches her hand inside, and digs for a while. Her fingers latch onto a name, and she moves to the microphone. Everyone stays silent as she reads the name loudly.
"Melayna Ray Smith!"
A tall thirteen year old girl steps out of line and goes to the stage. She pulls up her strapless, yellow dress and continues to walk. Jada seems to have faint recognition on her face, seeing the little girl with a ribbon in her hair. Melayna walks up onstage, next to Kiani.
"Please, call me Lana." Melayna says to Kiani. She takes one last look around her district. She tries to take it all in before Kiani announces the male tribute.
District 11:
"My name is Golden Harvest and I will be your escort." A man dressed head to toe in gold greets District 11. His name is quite ironic, considering he is at the agriculture district. Although, the name would be more fitting if he was the escort for 9. The wind blew slightly, signaling oncoming rain.
The escort moves his shirtless body (oh, yes. He's shirtless) to the female bowl, covered in corn kernels. He dips his golden fingers into the sea of names, hoping for a stand out tribute. His hand plucks a name from the pile, and he moves back to the microphone. His muscles ripple as he opens the name.
"Saely May Taylor." He says, looking out to the female crowd.
Heads turn, trying to find Saely. No one can find the girl, but there was a ruffling happening in the fifteen year old section. A few Peacekeepers inched their way to the fifteen year olds. A fifteen year old girl with long, light brown hair stepped out of the crowd.
"Oh, there you are, sweetie. Come on up, I won't bite." Saely makes her way to Golden Harvest, her worn out white dress sticking to her body. She slowly made her way to the stage, hoping someone else would volunteer for her.
Her pleading ended when she made her way up the stairs, grabbed Golden Harvest's hand, and stood firmly on the stage. Golden made his way to the boy's Reaping bowl, covered in corn kernels as well.
District 12:
The crowd silently shifts and waits for the escort to come. The first Reaping in one hundred years for District 12 can leave some children fearful. They lived five years watching the Games, seeing how other tributes die, and how districts 1 and 2 reel in a lot of victors. Children try to comfort each other as parents hope their children don't get chosen.
A clicking sound was heard from the stage. A woman, covered head to toe in white, looked like a ghost. Her dress was a white and silver ball gown, and she wore her hair in a bun with pearls lining it. Her voice, however, wasn't as light and preppy as everyone expected.
"My name is Junebug and I am honored to be an escort for District Twelve." She says, her voice deeper and more deadpan than everyone expect. A few twelve year old children tried to cover their laughter by placing a hand over their lips. They all regained their posture as Junebug made her way to the female Reaping bowl, coated in coal dust.
She dug her white hand in, reached for one name, and pulled out a slip of paper. She moved back to the microphone and read the unlucky girl who will be competing in the Hunger Games.
"Meadow Welsh!" Junebug's man voice called out.
A high pitched scream was heard from the eighteen year old section. Junebug's eyes darted to the female section, looking for the source of the scream. A girl with curly blond hair was kicking and screaming. Peacekeepers had to go into her section and pull her out. Her green dress was being covered in dirt from her feet kicking up dust.
"Don't worry, Meadow. I don't bite. Come on up and you'll be fine." Junebug tries to calm down her screaming tribute. This won't look good for the replays. She thinks to herself.
Meadow is placed onstage and the army of Peacekeepers lingered near Meadow. Junebug moved towards the boys bowl, not asking for volunteers.
District 13:
Everyone waits for their escort. They have watched the film, asking them to be thankful that they have risen from the rubble of what they once were. They stand silently and wait for their death sentence. Out of no where, a woman walks up onstage. Her heels are clicking and her blue wig is bouncing around. Her skin has been dyed a dull yellow, like the color of a squash.
"Hello, District Thirteen!" She says proudly. "I'm your escort, Majesty Goodball. And I am honored to be an escort to your lovely district. If I pick a district favorite, don't start another war here!" Ugh. War jokes are common with District 13. Being the starting place of both rebellions, you can understand why they are subjected to war jokes.
Majesty moves her way over to the female Reaping bowl, decorated in papers and test tubes. She silently selects a name and plucks it out between her yellow fingers. She moves her way back to the microphone and begins to read the name.
"Melinda Hanis." She reads clearly for the whole district to hear.
Slowly but surely, a sixteen year old girl moves from her section up to Majesty Goodball. She keeps her head held high, allowing her black braid to go straight down her back. She keeps walking like it was no ones business to see her walk to Majesty. She walks up the stage steps to meet her escort.
"Congratulations, Melinda! I see good things for you." Majesty exclaims, wrapping her arm around Melinda's shoulder.
"Thank you. I plan to win the whole thing." Melinda sneers and looks at the crowd. Majesty says a few words before going to the boys Reaping bowl.
District 14:
"The time has come for me to select one man and woman to represent District Fourteen in the Hunger Games." The male escort, Orion, says to his district. His skin was white and he had a tattoo of a constellation on his cheek. He moves to the girl's Reaping bowl, rimmed with red crosses and first aid kits.
As his white hand goes in, girls hold hands with each other. Some girls even lose feeling in their fingers. Orion grabs a single name with the tips of his fingers. He holds it out so everyone can see the slip of paper. Everyone closes their eyes as he reads the name.
"Amelie Sage!" He says.
Several heads turn to a sixteen year old girl with shining auburn hair. Amelie steps out from her section and moves to Orion. Her dress flows with the wind, and her cat-like eyes flick up. She keeps her head high, trying to look confident. I am the first tribute from District 14. And I will bring honor to my district.
She walked up the steps, grabbed Orion's hand, and stands tall on stage. Everyone takes notice of her eyes. Cat-like and green eyes. Her eyes match the bright shade of green on her dress.
"Now, for the boys." Orion says as he moves himself to the boys Reaping bowl.
How did you like the Reapings? I decided, since all my female tributes are in, to write the Reaping now before I go to North Carolina for a week. Anyways, I need the male tributes from 5, 6, 10 & 13. If I get those in, I can do the boy Reapings.
Answers to trivia:
1. What does Panem mean in Latin? Bread
2. What happened to Gale after the Revolution? Moved to District 2.
3. What color was Glimmer's interview dress? See through gold.
4. Who wrote the score* for The Hunger Games? James Newton Howard
5. What is District 8's trade? Textiles.
BONUS: A mockingjay is a hybrid bird. It is part jabberjay and mockingbird. A jabberjay was created from the Capitol, to mimic human speech. However, when the rebels fed the birds lies, the Capitol released them into the wild to die off. They mated with female mockingbirds and a mockingjay was born.
*A score for a movie is instrumental music.
Trivia Questions:
(These must all be done from memory. And please PM me the answers. I will not accept any answers unless their PMed.)
1. How old was President Snow when the Games began?
2. How did Marvel die in the movie?
3. Who are the Career districts in the movie?
4. Who led the Second Rebellion?
5. Who marries Finnick and Annie?
**BONUS**: By memory, name all the tributes that died in the Cornucopia bloodbath. (Name them by their district number)
If you can give me the place where all the escort's names came from (excluding Kiani), your selected tribute moves up 3 spots! Good luck!