~ District One Reapings ~
Name: Alexandra Glamm
Age: 17
Occupation: Future Tribute
Location: District One - Luxury
Alexandra grinned as she drew the last few stands of long blond hair on her drawing tablet. She was currently drawing portraits of other people for a small fee at the Crystal Bridges Mall in District One.
Her artistry skills were one of her best assets besides her exotic appearance. By 'exotic appearance', she was different than most people from her District. She didn't have the stereotypical golden blond hair or sapphire blue eyes. She has long/wavy-ish brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She has sexy pink lips with a lightly tanned skin tone. She also has a body that all girls would kill for.
"Here ya go!"
The typical white girl shrieked with happiness. "Ohmigod, that is so perf!"
She ran off deep into the mall with her friends while sipping a cup of iced coffee.
Alexandra skipped off to the food-court, ordering a fat greasy cheeseburger with a cup of fruit punch from an old-fashioned restaraunt that sold 21st Century food. There was no way she was going to be acting like all of the girls in District One. No starving for her. She was an Eater, and chose to be different.
After finishing her meal, she walked out of the mall, feeling the glares of other girls who despise her because Alexandra could eat anything she wants.
As she walked out of the 'mall', she noticed that Peacekeepers were setting up the stage for the Reaping. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Alexandra hated the Games. Not only it killed innocent children, other kids become murderers, and President Snow III seems like a dictator. Alexandra knew that she must keep these thoughts to herself or else she will be executed in the center of Town Square.
As one of the most popular girls in her school, she kept her hatred for the games as a secret. She pretended to love them, and had to pretend that she threw knives for fun. Well, that's what the girls do in her class. Alexandra only threw knives during training sessions.
When she arrived home, she slipped into a white silk blouse with tight jeans, and black flats. She left a note on the kitchen counter, letting her mother know that she was going to be busy the whole entire day.
Alexandra sneered at the annoying escort. Her name is Rebecca Hamilton, a surprisingly normal name for a person coming from the Capitol. But the thing is, Rebecca was ratchet, despite her name. She wore a neon green suit with blue streaks running down her silver hair.
She showed a quick video of how the rebels failed, and how the Capitol won.
After the video was finished, the Reaping had officially started.
"For the female tribute..."
The silence was killing her. Alexandra watched as Rebecca's pale elegant arm reached into the big glass bowl. Her arm teased the crowd, circling around the small slips of paper that each contained a name. A name that would soon become a killer.
"Alexandra Glamm!"
Her blood froze. She couldn't possibly be picked. A few seconds passed, and no volunteered. But she sort of knew why no one volunteered for her. Alexandra's parents were one of the richest people in District One. So that means everybody knew her. She offered most of the people who went to the mall to draw a portrait of themselves. Everyone wanted to see if the typical white girl could survive the Games. The typical white rich girl.
But no... Alexandra wasn't going to give up without a fight. She confidently walked up the stage although she was slightly nervous.
Name: Cassius Polis
Age: 18
Occupation: Future Tribute
Location: District One - Luxury
Cassius picked up a nice thin axe with a serrarated edge. He swung it expertly as if he was having a sword fight. Then he spun around, digging the axe blade into a sleek plastic dummy with emotion and rage. He ultimately shattered it, pieces of plastic flying all over the place. For the finishing blow, he kicked the dummy with such force that his leg tore a hole through the dummy's stomach.
The dummy was slammed against the wall, and plopped onto the floor.
Everyone in the training center stopped. They were looking at him.
Cassius glared at the people. They should mind their own business.
He brushed a strand of blond hair away from his piercing blue eyes. Then he ignored the crowd, picking up a lightweight spear. He brought his elbow back, and threw his spear forward. It hit the center of a Multi-colored target.
Knowing that he had enough training, Cassius walked away from the building. He had to get ready for the Reaping.
Today is the death anniversary of his parents several years ago. They died in a terrible train accident. If it wasn't for a drunk train conductor or driver, they probably would have lived. Even thought Cassius wasn't the one who planned their deaths, he still felt terribly guilty. He knew that if he stopped them from going to the train station, they would be living right now.
When he arrived at his aunt's house, he quickly went upstairs, ignoring her. He put on a white shirt, a beige coat, and a pair of khakis.
"Jeez, Cass. When will you get a hair cut?" Aunt Lydia asked.
He shot her an annoyed look. "Maybe after I get back from the Games."
Aunt Lydia sighed. She wasn't too thrilled about him volunteering. She already lost her own sister, and brother-in-law. She didn't need to lose her nephew right now.
"There are better ways to get rid of your depression. I would've given you your anti-depressants, but you nearly overdosed on them last time. And making a hole in the wall in training doesn't help either. The training center called me about that last week. And please do not volunteer."
"I have to Aunt Lydia... I need to do something. We need extra money too. And perhaps winning for my parents will be good I guess."
He quickly ran out of the small house. After signing in, he quickly found the eighteen-year-old-section. He watched as the female tribute was picked.
He managed to catch her name, Alexandra Glamm. She wasn't your typical District One girl, which he sort of liked. Plus she was pretty. But there was no time for a romance right now.
"Now on for the male tribute..."
"Gold Ma-" Rebecca was interrupted.
"I volunteer as tribute!" shouted Cassius.
He walked up the stage, shaking the escort's hand and Alexandra's hand.
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