Hi here's the first lot of reapings hope you like it :) xx (Thanks for the tributes...) xx

Mr Spectral (Wade's Grandad)

I clutched my walking stick as I walked unevenly down the cobbled streets heading to the square. I hated the games; I hated the capitol; I hated everything to do with this sick government. Don't get me wrong, I used to love it, throughout my teenaged years I trained for hours on end to one day volunteer. That day was mine 56 years ago at the age of 18, someone beat me to it and that was the end of my career. Today I see the games for what they really are; entertainment for rich people which cost the lives of twenty three children.

Someone walked into me luckily without much force so I didn't fall; the girl who had just walked into me flicked her long wavy blonde hair over her shoulder to look at me. I recognised this girl; she was one of those careers, much like I was once. Only this girl was the daughter of Blyde and Blaine, the owners of the major diamond mind in the district. Her name was Silver. She gave me a smirk before turning back; giggling with her many friends as they walked off. I hated most of the careers in this district. In all fairness they got what they deserved with the twist this year; this year they won't get what they want. I felt my grandsons arm wrap itself into my arm, he was in the reaping bowl this year; more than he should be, I don't know what I would do if he was reaped; he was the only person I had left.

When we arrived at the square; it was already pretty full. My Grandson took his place in the Sixteen's section and I stayed on the outside waiting to see which unfortunate children were to be sent off to their deaths. The mayor came on and did his speech about where the games originated from; after 74 years of listening to this speech I can probably recite it word for word. Then they welcomed the District 1 escort; a small orange man who's orange hair was up in a quiff.

"Well, well isn't this year going to be exciting?" his grin was far too large for a day like today. The escorts annoyed me like this; always too happy on a day where so many tears were being shed. "I know you are all excited, so without further ado, Ladies first". He glided over to the bowl and picked out a name from the top. "Our female tribute is….Silver Fairbain". The girl who knocked me before; I rolled my eyes, I bet she's thrilled. Silver stepped out of the 17 year old section and walked proudly up to the stage; and just as I predicted the smile on her face was larger than most. Someone in the crowd cried; I didn't know who it was and why they were crying. This girl was more than happy to be reaped.

"Hello, you must be Silver, how are you today?"

"I'm great" she answered. Without a doubt this girl would already be a favourite; she was a beautiful young girl. She wore a pink dress and matching flats, which made her stand out amongst many of the other children. I knew that she was acting girly for the cameras. From seeing her around the district I knew that she was actually quite the tomboy when it came to it.

"On to the boy's" the man declared, as he shuffled his way along the stage. My grandson looked over to me, he looked so nervous "Our Male tribute is…Wade Spectral" My grandson's eyes widened on me and mine on him; my balance went from beneath me and I fell to my knees. My Grandson, I'm so sorry. I watched him make his way up to the stage, his hands hidden inside his pockets. I couldn't protect him anymore; I had lost everyone dear to me all because of the capitol; I wouldn't lose my Grandson; I couldn't. I reached inside my pocket and pulled out my wife's locket. Inside was a picture of my wife and I when we were much younger and on the other side a picture of Wade's Mother and Father; I would give him this as his token. The Likelihood that he would return was low; but at least we would be there with him.

Coral Fay (Career from District 2)

My foot successfully hit my opponents protected hand; he smiled, that was the highest I had ever kicked.

"Again" he demanded and held his hand above his head, I kicked it again successfully. Why couldn't I volunteer this year? I would be able to win without a doubt, but no the stupid capitol decided to stop us from volunteering this year didn't they? My sister handed me a towel and I began patting my now sweating forehead. Once the towel had soaked up my sweat I threw it down onto the floor, she then passed me my black dress.

"It starts in five minutes, you'd best hurry" she said as I pulled my dress over my training gear. I didn't care what I looked like; I wasn't exactly going to be standing on that stage today. I had added my name over fifty times this year to make my reaping more possible; but so did over half the district either for the same reasons as myself or simply for more food.

We ran down to the square and parted as she went off to the 13 year old section and I went to the 16 year old section. We were nowhere near the last to arrive. Although I wished we were when I saw who came to stand next to me. Saffra Rankine, she is one of those stereotypical beautiful girls with a rich daddy. She stood next to me in a slim fitting-short golden dress which was held up by a single ruffled strap; golden heels and diamond earing's. I rolled my eyes at her. What a way to make an impression; an evil thought suddenly came into my mind; what would she do if she was reaped today? I doubt she'd last one minute in these games. The Mayor came on and did his bit and then district 2's escort; a tall lady covered head to toe in blue.
"How exciting, I won't keep you waiting much longer. Ladies first" she almost skipped over to the girls reaping bowl, her hand dug around for the longest of time before pulling out a name.
"District 2's Female tribute is…Saffra Rankine" I bit my lower lip hard stopping myself from laughing, my eyes flickered sideways to see the shock on Saffra's face. Almost as if she had had a sudden change in personality her shocked face turned into a smile and she began bounding up to the stage waving her hand to the crowd; what a way to get sponsors.

"On to the boys" the escort announced. She made her way across the stage and picked a name out from the top this time "Our Male tribute is….Leonis Ballantynn!" A boy from the eighteen's section stepped out. I shrugged my shoulders; at least he was a career. He too had signed up for a lot of tesserae this year; at least it worked for someone. He seemed pretty happy to have been reaped. Overall it would be fun to see these two in the arena together; I'm quite looking forward to it.

Electa Volt (Yvette's twin sister)

"We'd best get going" I told my twin sister Yvette; this year was finally our last year. From next year the chances of our names being reaped was non- existent. "Jet is waiting for us down stairs", Jet pretty much lived with us. After the gunfight which killed our parents, Jet was sent to the community centre, but just weeks later, Yvette ordered his release saying he would have guardianship under 'The Volt Gang'.

The three of us entered the almost packed square and we all headed to the 18's section. The Mayor did his speech and then introduced Terra Wellwood; District 3's escort. She usually wore a purple dress and pink hair but this year for some odd reason it was the opposite way around. "Ladies and Gentlemen; Happy Hunger Games and let the odds be ever in your favour" she said in her capitol-accent. "Ladies first", she tip-toed over to the reaping bowl and pulled out the first name her hand touched and unfolded it "Yvette Volt"…What? I couldn't let my sister go, no! I began raising my hand but felt someone force it back down, "Don't waste your breathe" my sister demanded. She pulled me into a hug before she was escorted up to the stage. I looked towards Jet; over the years he had turned into Yvette's personal protector, now he could no longer protect her. I must have zoned out because before I knew it the escort began reading the male tributes name, I was listening just in time to catch "Jet Charge". I heard Jet sigh in relief; he could finally protect Yvette. But now two of my closest friends were going into the games; only one could return.

After I visited Yvette I went to see Jet; it was a short visit but his final words to me were "I'll do whatever it takes to protect Yvette; stay strong for the gang" and at that point I was dragged away by the peacekeepers.

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