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(EmeraldPaw A/N): Just because I use Alois and Claude "Clawed" in my reaping doesn't mean it's them, but with simlar-ish personalities and such.
Arianna Slade's POV
It's Reaping Day, I suppose I should be thrilled. Being in District 2, everyone assumes that we just can't wait to volunteer, and as my father being an avid supporter and mayor, I guess I'm supposed to volunteer. Sighing, I slip my emerald green dress over my head and pull on black pair of leggings. Contemplating myself, I look in mirror and see a pair of cold grey eyes staring back at me, and a look in them I have never seen before. Fear, maybe? Usually, I'm not scared, this being my fifth reaping and all, if it wasn't for my father.
-Flashback-
"Arianna, come into my office…NOW!" the yell echoed through my home. Gulping, I hurried through the rooms and into my father's office, AKA place of fear. As I entered his dark grey eyes narrowed, and his black hair was slicked back with the most expensive gels imaginable.
"Yes, father?" I asked anxiously, bowing my head slightly without even realizing it.
"Just to let you know, there is a better chance you will go in this year. You want to know why? Because I told the District, if my daughter gets reaped, not a single soul shall volunteer unless they want to die a very painful death! And of course, you know that your name has been entered more than normal, of course" he said, sneering as he looked at my expression of fear.
Blackmail, of course he used blackmail. Many people in the District were terrified of my father, and certain "incidents" had happened if you had angered him. Since he was the mayor, factories could be shut down, fires could wreck houses, people could drop dead after my family invited them over for dinner. My father ruled District 2 as if he was the king, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Putting on the best poker face I could manage, I backed out of the room, trying not to run down the midnight blue hallways. All that my father cared about was winning, and wanted to call his only child a victor.
-End of Flashback-
Sighing, I give a little start as the door to my bedroom opens and in walks my mother, Elizabeth,one of the people I am closest too. With her bright attitude and caring demeanor, she's really the only person I can talk too as a real person. In her hand is a Silver, real silver, flower pin that has been passed down through the centuries. She has given it to me at each reaping just in case, and each year when I return home safe, I return it to her. Now, as she clips the flower into my long, white blonde hair, I feel safe, secure, and confident of not getting reaped.
As we finally arrive to the reaping area, I quickly slide through the crowd and find myself next to a girl dressed in hot pink, so blinding that I can barely make out the face of our escort, Mintony Perrero, a mint green woman with darker green hair and a giddy smile of joy on her plastic face. Stepping forward with a grin, she clears her throat and begins the long, boring speech that no one cares about. Lost in thought, I barely hear her say,
"Ladies first!" as I snap my head up in attention. Opening the slip of paper, she reads. "Arianna Slade!"
There is dead silence in the square, I can hear the breath of a butterfly at this rate. Gulping, I push through the crowds of girls, all staring at me. A girl about fifteen starts to say the words that would save me, before her friends dra her down and glance worriedly in my direction. Holding my head high, I make it three-fourths of the way until I hear a shriek of anguish. I have few friends, and mainly boys, so I doubt it is one of them. That only leaves…my mother, who has collapsed in front of the guards, acting like a two year old who isn't allowed to have a piece of candy. She flails about, making me grow redder with embarrassment by the second. In an act of proving myself, I run up to the microphone and let out a shrill yell:
"SHUT IT!"
The cry echoes around the reaping area, bouncing of the high tech metal buildings and fancy flat screen TV's. I know I can be heard all throughout the District, and everywhere else in Panem once it hits the big screen. My father, standing on my side, gives me a small nod of approval. Approval for yelling at my mother in front of millions? Another reason why my father is a sick person. Lost in my hazy mind, I barely know what happens after, I don't even know the boy who is called. All I know is that he is either going to be my ally or a hated enemy, but it is too soon to tell.
Letting not a single emotion show on my pale face, I wait as person after person comes in to tell me good luck, trainers and classmates, friends I have long forgotten.
Of course, my parent's visit, my mother still sobbing hysterically, my father patting me on the back and acting like my mentor. I will admit, I let a few tears fall onto my lap as I place the silver flower back into my mothers palm. "For luck," I whisper quietly, even though I am the one being sent to my death. This leads to another round of hysteria and soon my favorite green dress is soaking wet. Kind of pushing them out the door, I sit in silence, letting my tears dot the couch.
As I wait on the black leather couch, trailing my finger over the seams, the door bursts open and I am flattened to the ground, a boy on top of me.
"Alois!" I gasped out, picking myself up to look at the boy who is sprawled on the ground before me, strangely hugging my leg. "Why are you holding on to my leg?"
"Obviously so that you can't leave! They won't be able to drag me off, never! I can just get my bodyguards to protect you in the games and you don't have to go! You know how good Clawed is with weapons!" he protests, looking up at me with ice blue eyes that are one of the only things that can shatter my heart.
"Come now Alois, you're 11, not a baby, plus, I had no choice, I'm fine with it, really, I've been training since I was 7." I gently pick up the smaller boy and rest him on the couch. Though he has no siblings, he considers me his older sister and I live up to that name. Sighing, I look at the boy before me, ready to burst into tears, but remain calm. "Hey, when I get back, I'll let you have your very own room in my victor home, and I'll fill it with whatever you want. Candy, video games, a giant television, and um…bugs!" I say, laughing shakily as he hugs me one last time, tears streaming down his pale face as he nods and pulls something out of his pocket. A slender, golden ring sits there, a beautiful ruby set as a heart, topped with a crown and two hands. Letting out a gasp, I look into Alois's face that is looking hopefully up at me. "Alois….its beautiful, thank you sweetie! You're to kind!" as I pull him into one last quick hug, he start to bawl and races out of the room.
Sighing as I look at the ring placed on my slender fingers, I allow the Peace Makers to take me to the train, and my doom.
Flint Jamieson's POV
Flint thinks over the war that had just ended and how these horrible games started. His grandparents often talk about the days of freedom and how everyone could roam the land without any trouble. Flint always enjoys those stories, they make him feel happy and warm. Flint was only two when his brother was taken into the twentieth hunger games.
During the past few games the outliner districts have been winning. District 11,12,3,6,8,7 and 9 all have had at least one winner, but over time the capitol has recently decided to build special gyms for training in district 1, 2 and 4. Then these three districts started to win again.
His brother Obsidian decided he was ready and went into the games. Flint had begged and begged his brother that it was the wrong choice, but do older siblings really listen to their younger ones? Flint had watched the games since the first day; he had even stayed up into the night to see his brother safety. That was, until the fourth day, When the leftover careers decided to eliminate all the other tributes in the arena.
The careers were on Obsidious before nightfall, severely beating him anywhere they could reach. Growing tired they had left him for dead, his body terribly mutilated. They had all had blood covering their skin, and they all cheered as they headed their separate ways.
That year a district one girl named Felicia had won the games. Flint had broken down; he had thrown stuff at his TV and had cursed at the female and the capitol.
But this year will be different no matter what it takes Flint will kill all the careers and become victorious. He has been training for this day from the beginning of his life..
Flint rises out of his bed and goes to take a shower; he scrubs the night away and can't help but feel excited to put the careers in their place. Flint dries off and stares at himself in his mirror. Many people would say that he and Obsidian are carbon copies of each other. They both had had dark auburn colored hair with deep-set chocolate brown eyes and a nice tan skin with freckles. He runs to his room and grabs a nice tight dress shirt that is a deep purple. Matched with nice dark black tight dress pants and a thin black tie.
He walks down the stairs and is confronted by his mother.
"Obsidian!" she screams, rushung up the wooden stairs and meeting Flint with a disappointed smile.
"Hello, Flint" she says quietly, she flicks back her ruffled light brown hair "You look nice!" she says. She pushes past him and seems to sulk her way towards her room.
Flint is approached like this at least once a week from his mother. Obsidian had been his mother's favorite; she had been very distant after his death. Flint sometimes wouldn't see his mother for weeks at a time. He finally makes his way down the stairs and is greeted by his grandmother.
"Hello, Grammie," says Flint, he kisses her cheek and she pats his head. She hands him an apple and he starts his trek into the square.
Flint has always loved apples! He bites into the sweet green apple and feels the juice run into his mouth. He finishes the apple and tosses it to the side, when a female grabs his shoulder.
"Selena!" he shouts, the petite raven-head slides her arm through his.
"Hello, Bestfriend," she says sweetly, the friends laugh and the reaping stage comes into view. The friends sign in and head their separate ways as the escort comes onto stage.
The escort wears a very thin see through jacket. The jacket holds grains of gravel in it; he also wears dark gray dress pants. He goes and drones on and on about how we should appreciate being here and we should be grateful. He moves towards the females reaping bowl.
"May come forward please, Arianna Slade?" says the escort with a monotone voice. He sees a very tall female, she has to be at least 6'2 and he is shorter than her, he is only 5'11. She seems to prance on stage, he hears a very loud scream and sees a woman run out and fall down to the ground convulsing screaming and shouting. The peacekeepers pick her up and take her away. Arianna flicks her long blonde hair back and grabs the escort's mic.
"Well, District 2, when can I move into my victors home?" she says with ease. Flint can't help but laugh, he sees the escort make his way towards the males reaping bowl.
"Please come forward…." says the escort, before getting interrupted
"I volunteer" shouts Flint; he swiftly makes his way up towards the stage. He shakes hands with his district partner and heads into the justice building.
Flint looks around the room; it is full of light grays and muted whites. The room has a grainy feel to the walls, making it look like he is on a mountain. He hears the door open and in walks his father, he puts a smile on his face.
"Hello, son," he says, he is wearing a gray sweater vest with a white dress shirt.
"Hello dad, Where's mother?" asks Flint.
"She can't handle it so she went back home" says his father smoothly.
"Okay, well I'm going to come back so don't worry," says Flint.
"Alright son, you better," says his dad, he hugs Flint and is ushered out by a peackeeper.
"I'm going to come back and win this," says Flint to himself.
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