Griffen Wraif POV
I heave the weapon over my hip grunting as the axe hits the trunk with a clunk. I dig it out and look at the cut made inside the wood. I repeat this surface over and over again as the sun rises on the horizon of the shrub-land. I wipe my sweaty palms onto my soaking blue jacket. I take my jacket off and sit down on a log. I see my workmates working like machines as the continuously load the trucks full with the cut trunks. I get up and walk downhill for one hundred yards to the stream running fresh mountainous water. I reach down, cupping my hands and drink mouthfuls of the liquid. I then walk back up the hill to finish off my work.
I pick up my axe and finish off my tree. I am nearly done when I feel the ground shake and I look around. Looking up, I then notice the tree is on a slant. Then it clicks, it's falling. At a tremendous speed the giant strip of wood covered with little leaves is chasing me down to the ground. I sprint off shouting as I go to warn the others around me. I leap into a bush and feel the brush of the leaves scrape my legs, leaving scars all the way down my foot. I realize my life actually just flashed before my eyes. Just like my parents but they weren't as lucky.
It was seven years ago when they were just like me, chopping away in the forest together to get a minimal wage for the family. It was a windy day when the tree fell and killed them immediately. I was then banished to the orphanage. Well it's not really an orphanage. It used to be until they left the children. Since I was there was only me and Chancy, my sister we had nowhere to go so we joined them and then we took on the role as parents being the eldest. I am pretty shaken up about that close call and decide to head off to home to help the little ones prepare.
I arrive at the crooked building that holds 8 children. There is me, Chancy, Jole, Macy, Dice, Shru, Denis and Marle. The home is two storey and we have done it up a bit with what we could find and steal in some cases. Downstairs is the dunny, Chancy and Marle's room and the work and emergency room. Upstairs is the kitchen, bath, Shru, Dice and Macy's room and then Jole and my room. Chancy does all the washing and cleaning for them and I earn the money and do the rest of the jobs. I heave the stuffed bags onto the table. Chancy gasps and covers her mouth. She opens the bags to see them filled with grains and wheat. I had to do it, I had to. There was no way they would survive without it.
Chancy nearly starts crying as she screams at me, 'Why, why did you do it? They need you as a father.' I knew she would be like this. The children all walk into the room dressed up ready to go. They are not in the reapings yet by Chancy takes them to support me. She quickly covers the bags and we leave to the reapings.
Claudia Rampion POV
I lift the containers filled with vials and jars onto the bench-top. I set them up in alphabetical order as Agnes always reminds me to. It is still dark and I can barely see the labels as I put them on the counter. Agnes is out the back mixing up something. Agnes is the only healer in the District and I'm well what you would call an apprentice. We get a lot of visitors in need since no one else knows what to do with healing and fixing. But Agnes isn't the most popular in the District. She snarls and most people and is not the best looking. Her hair is a twisted knot and her hands are gnarled with scars and cuts covering them. We find a comfort in each other though and are both happy. Agnes walks to the front and mutters to me quickly,
'No, no Claudia that is the wrong order.' I sigh and try to rearrange the jars. She nods in silence and then gets back to work. I don't have any friends in the District once I became her trainee. I hear some people talk about witchcraft and make jokes about her behind her back. I feel sorry for her but she is not one to like to be complemented or supported.
I go inside my house and walk into the kitchen, peeling back and munching on a banana. Mother sits next to dad both drinking tea at the table on a cold morning. Bang! The door bashes open and Analiese my sister comings running through the house screaming out. She rushes into the kitchen crying in pain. She lifts up the back of her shirt and my eyes widen as I see a bullet stuck in her right shoulder blade. Kurt, my brother who is 2 years older than me, runs into the room and they all look at me knowing I am the only one who knows what to do. Kurt and dad lift her up on their shoulders and carry her into my parent's room.
They lay her on the bed, the only one in the house, and I grab my tool kit Agnes gave me. I need to numb the wound to rip it out so I cover it in ice and then pour over boiling water. She screams and tells me to stop but the boys hold her down, know I know what I'm doing. When the back is all numb I grab my tweezers and dig them into the skin around the bullet. I tighten my grip and pull. It comes out easily but my sister escapes my brother's grip and whacks the desk next to it smashing the mosaic. Mum dives to save the artwork but misses as it hits the floor and disintegrates into hundreds of glass pieces.
My mother screams into her hands and lets out a sob. It was the only memory we had of my brother. He died at a young age from tuberculosis along with a large portion of the District diagnosed with it. We were twins and I extraordinarily survived the disease. I am now known as ghost-girl since I am the only one that has outlasted the killing sickness.
I run outside and hide under the house. I flick back my blonde hair and weep into my glass-cut and blood stained hands.
Griffen Wraif POV
We hold hands as we enter the District's Meeting Place. I kiss and hug each one of the children as if they are mine. They have become my family and I love them all dearly. Chancy wishes me luck for the millionth time knowing my chances are very high with all the tesserae I bought. It might be my time I think to myself. I get my blood sample taken and leave my closest friends and family.
I shake as we watch the Treaty of Treason clip the same every year. I don't understand why we have to face the consequences I mean we weren't the ones who rebelled. But we have control over the Capitol now.
Kerrie Jacobson walks up to the stage with her head looking down at the ground. Probably feeling sorry for the two that have to go and battle to death. She's really nice and quite a sympathetic lady. Today her brown hair is cut to shoulder length and waves around in the wind. Her blue dress is almost blinding as it sparkles in the sunlight but her expression is not the same. I look into her dark brown eyes and see pain and sorrow. But she is forced to carry on with the procedure or she will be prosecuted.
Kerrie shuffles over to the girl's bowl, as it is always ladies first. Stuffing her hand in the bowl she picks out one of a thousand. Kerrie unclips the paper stuck together and reads the name that I know, everyone knows, Claudia Rampion. The witch girl.
Shrieks come from the back of the audience and a lanky girl with blue eyes and pale skin stands in her place with fear. She wears a pale pink ruffled jumpsuit with spots of stains all over it. With the same fear-forsaken face she wore before.
Then it was our turn, the males. A name is spoken into the microphone and amplifies throughout the crowd. My name, Griffen Wraif. My knees buckle and I can barely take my weight. I shake as I stumble to the stage. I can't take it anymore I have to crawl up the steps, I can't even stand. We are then escorted inside the Justice Building that doesn't bring justice.
My seven loved ones, all crying run at me with arms open. I hug them all and tell them I will be back. They don't understand what is happening but they know I am going away. I tell them I will go play a big game of tiggy and when I come back we will have a great life. Part of that is true but I know Chancy knows the truth. She whispers into my ears but I can't understand I just nod. All I think of for the rest of the day is, did I take one bag too many?
Claudia Rampion POV
I help my sister to the town square. I have covered her back in bandages. But she can't straighten it or bend it. She is hunched over shoulders with me pulling her along. My parents then take her from me since all non 12-18 year olds are not allowed in the cue were we sign in and out if we get that lucky.
I am taken to my age group were I stand alone while friends socialize with each other around me. I just go through Agnes's alphabet of medicines and cures until the ceremony officially begins. It feels like forever for the mayor to come and go and then we watch the clip brought to us all the way from the Capitol. It shows the soldiers fighting against the Capitol and then announcing the very first Hunger Games and some moments of 'the best games.' It's just cruel to let this happen to society. Now it is finally time. Ms. Jacobson picks one of the girl's names and takes it back to the center of the stage. He lips are coloured bright orange and her cheeks are stained pink.
'Claudia Rampion,' she calls out to the District. It's me, wait what it's me?! My face is frozen with a look of confusion, fear and anger. I freeze up and my chest feels like it is crushing my body. No I can't go but yet I am forced to walk to the stage to meet my death. Kerrie whispers to me to apologize but it is not her fault. Then the boy is named.
'Griffen Wraif,' Kerrie says. A boy starts shaking dramatically from the 16-year-old area. He shakes as he walks and then as he reaches the steps he crawls. He is wearing a white shirt with cuts all over it, brown working pants and black working boots. His green eyes are so piercing it seems as if he wants to kill the Capitol. We shake hands and go inside.
I wait until my mother, sister, brother and father all come into the empty room. My sister is still in pain and my mother's day has just gotten worse I think. My father and brother give me some last helping hints and then the leave. My friend Elsi walks into the room next with her clothes soaked in tears. We have been best friends forever, even though I work with Agnes. She gives me a hug and then is ripped from my arms. Finally Agnes shuffles in with her tree as her walking stick by her side. She mutters and lightning speed some things I don't hear and then as we hug she stuff a vial into my pocket and tells me to fill it with the most dangerous poison I can find. I will and hopefully it might save me from the ferocious games that the Capitol put on.
In the 74th Games which career was the best with a bow and arrow? – 20 points
How many siblings did Rue have? – 30 points
What gender and District placed 2nd in the 50th Hunger Games? – 40 points
SO what do you think? I took quite a while but it may take longer with the rest because I am running out of ideas for the rest. But I will try my best to make them the best. So I am about 58.7% of the way through the reapings. WAHOO! REVIEW TO MAKE YOUR CHARACTER LIVE LONGER! BTW with d12's reapings after them the first person to submit there questions will get a survive another day pass ! you really want one of those!
If you were wondering about Pascal in Ryan22000's SYOT he is still alive! Ryan is also starting a new SYOT so submit to him because I know it will be great. Also submit to the others I said in the last chapter if they are still open. Good luck to everybody else that is doing an SYOT!
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