Reapings Part Three of Three!

Yes! We're almost halfway to the Games! Remember, the training will be about two chapters long, one with the alliance making, and one with the scores. Last call for any alliances, because once I write training it'll be too late. I will post out the alliances and sponsor points sometime soon. So, without further ado, here is the third and final installment of the reapings…..

District Nine

Dehlia Zahler POV

Val and I depart from our sweet little houses. We don't live that far from each other, so we've been able to stay close. I still have my little brother Oliver trotting along beside us, singing some song or commercial jingle. We had spent the mornings watching the rest of the reapings hat happened earlier. Wow, that Eric Smithstone guy really scared me. I hope Oliver is faring better.

It's a really nice day outside. I was able to get some hunting done this morning, before the reaping, of course. Yeah, today's that reaping day that we have to attend to. Everyone in District Nine has to. It's a busy street we're walking down, not actually a street, since it's not paved or anything. What a poor district this is.

Preparations for the reapings have already begun before we get to the square. They have the stage up and are doing some yelling into a mike. Maybe they're testing it. I dunno, I was never good with electronics. Really the only thing to do is to stand where they want us to, in the roped off areas. I wave away to Oliver. He has to depart from me. "Be safe," I tell him.

"The reaping will start momentarily," someone onstage says. A few moments, that all I have. I try to start a conversation with some girls around me but it's kind of hard to do that on a reaping day. Everyone's too gloomy. I survey the area. There's this one guy over across the square that's like a foot taller than me. He's really ugly though, not like that other guy next to him.

Several people start speaking up on the stage, about the history of Panem and the hardships and the rebellion, it takes several minutes, no wait, a lot of minutes. Finally the escort for tributes of District Nine says, "Without further ado, let's draw our female tribute and her sibling!"

Those Capitol people sound so happy about this. Really stinks. But the escort draws a slip of paper out of the glass ball and reads it. "Dehlia Zahler and Oliver Zahler!"

I feel dizzy after she called my name. Wait, she called Oliver too! Little Oliver! I am paralyzed with fear, and refuse to go on that stage. They literally have to force me up onto the stage.

Ephraim Wolf POV

Why is that one girl staring at me? I know, I stick out in the crowd because of my height, but is it really necessary to stare. Finally she looks away from me. Good, I hate being noticed.

"Without further ado, let's draw our female tribute!" says the Capitol escort for tributes. I just cross my fingers and hope it isn't Willow. My sister. Even though she's not my brother, she's family. And I would be reaped with her.

"Dehlia Zahler and Oliver Zahler!" the name is read. I look for the poor Dehlia person. Oh, she's the one who was staring at me. She looks frozen in shock. Several people start to help her, but she won't move. At least it's not Willow. Now the escort just has to not say my name or my little brothers name. I also scan the guy crowd behind me for the Oliver kid. He's way in the back, also in shock, but is helped up onto the stage. Poor kid. He's only ten, by the looks of it, because he comes up to my waist in height.

"For our male tribute we have here….." the escort says, pausing to first read the name and pronounce it. "Ef-ram Wolf and Willow Wolf!" Gosh, she pronounced it wrong. I wheel around to see if my little brother is okay, and then spot Willow. Everyone is staring at her, since they think she's kind of crazy in the head. Which is true, but for some reason she gives me a reassuring smile. I nod my head in agreement.

District Ten

(Okay, because I wanted to mix up these reapings, I decided to do the District Ten and reapings from the view of a Capitol citizen. It would be interesting. I hope no one minds.

So, without anymore Ooc notes, here is the District Ten reapings.)

Some random Capitol citizen POV ( the name doesn't really matter that much. They are all horrible :)

"Hey, hurry up with that popcorn, they're about to show the District Ten reapings!" I yell to my roommate.

"Ok," he calls from our kitchen. "I'll have it out soon."

We've been in our dorm for the last couple of hours, watching the reapings. All the businesses are closed, and (thank goodness) school is closed too. All Capitol eyes are on the television screen. It's like this old tradition we learned about in history called the Super Bowl. No one ever worked on the Super Bowl day.

These have been really interesting reapings. That District One kid looks deadly. I think I might bet on him this year. The Capitol anthem plays. I sing along and take my baseball cap off. Sacred time, you know. Then they start the live broadcasts of the reapings.

"C'mon, you're about to miss them," I say.

"But I gotta watch the popcorn or it will explode!" my friend says.

"Fine," I say. The reaping ball is brought up onto the small wooden stage of District Ten. The escort, I don't know the name, reaches in to pull out the female tribute name.

"You're missing it," I call to my roommate.

"Aberee Washington and Chloe Washington!" The TV blares. I look as the cameras zoom on Aberee and Chloe. They're both small looking girls, but they're in the front with the seventeen year olds. They both look really weak but have a confident attitude. Neither of them shed a tear. But I honestly don't think they'll last long.

"And our male tribute is, um, Ren Malik! With his sister Coral Malik!" the escort on TV says. I look for Ren. He appears to be an eighteen year old guy with a sister that has really long red hair. I don't think District Ten has a very good chance this year.

"You missed it," I say to my roommate as he sits on the couch. "Hopefully they'll replay them so that you can watch them again." I get up and leave the room.

District Eleven

Ok, back to normal POV's but ya gotta admit that was pretty good.

Raven Wellroot POV

"Be quiet," I whisper to my sister as we're standing in the reaping area. "They're talking." Of course, Elyona just brushes me off. Usual. She doesn't really care for me that much. She'd rather just talk with her huge group of friends. She'll regret it when she gets picked for the Hunger Games. I shake off the thought. No, we won't go to the Hunger Games. Never will.

"We will now draw our female tribute," the person onstage says. I don't know how many peoples names are in the reaping ball on stage. It takes several people to carry it. There is a huge crowd out here in District Eleven. Of course, District Eleven always had the largest population.

"Elyona Wellroot and Raven Wellroot!" the person calls up the name. I could almost laugh in my sister's face. This is so ironic. She's absolutely terrified. I feel her freeze up. Still, I feel pity for her. I gradually push/help her to the stage, because the escort was having a tough time finding us. She acts surprised that it's not me that's frozen in terror. Again, usual reaction. I expected it.

(This POV is shorter since I made these tributes and they will die. Guaranteed.)

Brynja Lycrum POV (is that how you spell her name?)

I stand quietly as they read off the name of the doomed girl. "Elyona Wellroot and Raven Wellroot!" I don't know them, but I don't know a lot of people in District Eleven. It's such a large District. I move to the side as some terrified girl moves up to the stage. She's being pushed along by her younger sister, who isn't terrified at all. Wow, that's bravery. Seeing as District Eleven kids haven't won in the last 25 plus years.

"Okay, for our male tribute we have…. Benjamin and Brynja, is that how you say it, Lycrum!" Oh gosh, they called my name! Not good. I look across the square for Ben. He's over there in the front of the boy area, making some sign to me. Wait, he's signing me. It's okay, he motions in our sign language, it'll be okay. Hopefully it will. But the odds are not in our favor, I think, and ironically, at the same time, the escort finishes the ceremony with, "May the odds be ever in your favor!"

District Twelve

Karri Strow POV

I was in the middle of singing my favorite song when Lizzie interrupted me.

"It's time for reaping," she says.

Oh yeah. How could I forget. It's the Dark Day, when kids are chosen to fight to the death. "Alright, I'm coming," I tell my sister loudly, so my parents can hear. Our whole family walks out the door and towards the square. It's not busy, all of the shops are closed, all of the homes closed. Most people had already left. We must have been late or something.

We get to the reaping square and the ceremony has already started. They're just about to pull out the female tributes name.

"Crud," my sister says as we both sprint over there. Full speed. We barely make it in time to hear the name. "Kari Strow and Lizzie Strow." Wait, that's our names. I feel tired and confused, but I look for Lizzie. She's weaping behind me. No, I must be strong for her. For all of District Twelve. I walk up onto the stage, trying to keep my head up as high as possible.

Tempest Tamashii POV

The last hour has been a blur. I don't remember it much, because I've been nervous the whole time. It's reaping day. I'm standing in the boy area with my brother Kiyoshi. My stomach still feels sick, but that's just from being nervous. I hope.

The escort on stage calls out a name, "Kari Strow," and I try to place her in my memory. I don't know Kari, but Lizzie is known by a lot of people.

"For our male tribute we have, um," the escort runs off stage. She talks to some guy, probably the mayor of District Twelve. She must not know how to pronounce the names of these tributes. That's not good. No one can pronounce my brothers name. Despite this omen, I stay hopeful and cross my fingers it isn't us.

"Okay, I think this is how you pronounce it," the escort says into the microphone. I can imagine the whole country of Panem laughing at District Twelve. "Kiyoshi Tamashii and Tempest Tamashii!" I feel like I've just been punched. I don't fall over though, my brother does. He crumples on the hard stone of the plaza square.

I lean over to him. "Are you ok," I ask, even though he isn't. He nods yes, but then passes out.

Ok, there's all the reapings! Please review.

IMPORTANT NOTICE! PLEASE READ!: the sponsor system will not happen. I lost all of my emails that said what you all reviewed. So I'm just going to say "Just PM me if you want to send your tribute anything. I already have the bloodbaths figured out."