Note: Almost halfway through the reapings, but I have almost all of the reapings written out already, so the rest of the reapings should be done in maybe two weeks.
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District 5 reapings.
Will Jordan 19 Victor of the 100th hunger games
"Willa"
She didn't stir.
"Willa" Said Will, louder this time, shaking her shoulder.
Willa blearily opened her eyes.
"What time is it?"
"Nearly 11, we have to go."
Willa jumped out of bed, wearing a tank top and athletic shorts
"Oh well" she said "I'll change on the train."
Will followed her out of the house, and then onto the street, and through Victors Village.
Victors Village, where district 5's Victors resided in comfort, while the rest of the district lived in small, three room shacks. Or in large 20 room houses.
There wasn't a very large middle class in 5.
Will and Willa marched through the Village, until they reached the entrance, where Robini was already waiting.
She was Will's mentor, both of their mentors actually. His and Willa's.
Just last year, Will had never met Willa before. Now they were rarely seen apart.
Just last year, Will was just a normal 18 year old boy, working at the Dam like so many other 5 citizens.
And then the Hunger games. He had been voted in. By the people of district 5.
Because they thought he had a chance to win. And they had been right.
Willa was voted in for a different reason. she had been caught robbing a house. The mayor's house. Willa's family was poor, very poor, unlike Will's, which was not middle class, but at least they could feed themselves.
Willa had turned to robbing to feed her family, and it had worked, according to her.
Until she was caught. but instead of being thrown in jail, she was thrown in the hunger games.
But she too had survived, as Will's ally they had fought through the Hunger Games together.
And had won.
But the games had been easier for Willa, thought Will as they followed Robini towards the center of town.
She had taken a life once.
He had taken 5.
Which wasn't as many as some other victors, Robini for example, had taken 6.
But she hadn't even meant to take three of them.
Robini, Victor of the 87th hunger games, had accidentally poisoned her allies, the other three tributes from 5.
It was one of the first Hunger Games Will remembered.
He had been 5, and he had watched as Robini killed the lizard with a rock, showed it to her allies, and cooked it.
and they had all ate it. But Robini had been immune to the poison.
Her allies were not.
This was maybe a week into the games. There had been 10 tributes left at the time.
Then there were 7.
The next day, Robini attacked a boy from 3, stealing his knife and stabbing him with it.
Leaving him to die, and he didn't die instantly.
The rest of the day for the audience was spent watching the girl from 3 trying to save her allies life.
But she hadn't been able too.
That night, the boy passed away, and the girl killed herself, leaving only 5 tributes.
Robini, a boy from 4, a girl and a boy from 6, and a girl from 8.
The boy from 4 was injured, but still managed to kill the girl from 6 the next day, and injure the boy.
Robini had found the boy from 6 and sliced his throat. Her fifth kill.
Only 3 tributes left. The boy from 4 was killed by the girl from 8, leaving her and Robini to fight it out, and Robini won. And that was really the only time she had meant to kill. The boy from 6 wanted to die, he asked her to kill him.
The boy from 3, she hadn't meant to kill, she just needed his knife.
Will had intentionally killed all of his 5.
He could still remember there names.
Zale and Peersi from 4. Griffin from 1. Rhyder from 6.
And his first Egin from 8.
Three of them had been careers, and Rhyder had been insane.
Totally Insane.
And yet it still haunted him.
Willa touched his arm, Will looked up suddenly.
They had reached the center, he hadn't realized, they climbed the stage, and sat down.
The escort, Severus, came over to shake their hands, he had been the escort for several years after Robini had won, but eventually got sick of escorting for a district with one victor, and he had left.
But as soon as Willa and Will had won, together, he had come rushing back.
And so here he was.
The mayor was finishing off his speech about the dark days of the first rebellion, and then the dark days of the second rebellion, and how both times panem had come out, untied.
This was the mayors first reaping, as he had just recently replaced Bryan, the former Mayor who had been, along with his wife, murdered in his sleep.
The daughter of the murderer's, Willow, had been voted into the games along with Will and WIlla.
But she hadn't been as lucky as them.
Severus marched over to the girls bowl.
"Ladies first" he said. Every time. Ladies first.
The first name: "Allison Fancy."
Will recognized the name.
Allison Fancy, he had worked at the dam last year, when he was a nobody 18 year old, and she was a brilliant 13 year old, the youngest worker at the dam.
She still looked the same to Will as she marched up to the stage, her face emotionless, long brown hair in a ponytail, tucked into a green hoodie.
Ripped, dirty jeans. She clearly didn't think much of dressing up.
She tried to smile at the camera as she reached the stage, but it was clearly forced, and looked somewhat painful on her face.
Will had already written her off.
She wasn't going to win the games, that was for sure.
The second name, a boy this time "Kent Stravinsky."
He too Will recognized, but for a different reason, his name, his last name, was the important thing.
The Stravinsky's were one of the biggest supporters of the capital in district 5.
They had made a lot of enemies over the years from 5 for there support of the capital.
But now, a Stravinsky boy, reaped into the games.
The boy, Kent, was 15, probably around 5'7. With straight brown hair that fell into his face, and ears that stuck out from his head.
He wasn't going to win support for his looks, that was for sure, but his name might attract a few sponsors.
From the capital that was, many people in 5 were probably already counting down the days to his death.
Nobody here was a fan of the Stravinsky's.
Severus walked back over to the girls bowl, as Kent took his place next to Allison.
The third name "Mari Bet."
And her name, Will too recognized.
Bet. Vince Bet. Will would wager any amount of money that this was his daughter.
They didn't look alike, Mari was tall, lean, and pretty, with light brown hair that flowed over her shoulders.
Vince was short, not any taller than 5'5, balding, his face resembling a pig.
Vince Bet was the owner of several large illegal casinos.
Illegal. He was told to stop, but he did not, and here was his punishment.
His beautiful daughter into the hunger games.
Mari took her place next to Kent and Allison, starring disdainfully towards the audience.
Making it seem like she was already bored by it all.
Severus looked at her approvingly, thinking he may have gotten a good tribute compared to Kent and Allison, both of whom were several inches shorter than Mari.
The last name "Wilson Pollan"
A tall tan boy emerged from the 17 year old section, carefully picking his way through the crowd of 17 year olds.
He reminded Will of himself.
His face, calm, clear of emotion, as he strolled up to the stage.
Now this, thought Will, he had a chance.
Him and Mari.
The four tributes shook hands and were lead off towards the Justice building.
Robini, Will and Willa followed more slowly.
"Since its you guy's first year, I'll let one of you pick first." said Robini
"Pick?" asked Willa
"For who you want to mentor"
"Call first" said Willa
"Fair enough" said Will "Who do you want?"
"I'll take Mari Bet."
"You know who her dad is, right?" asked Robini
Willa nodded "And I know, it will probably make her a target, but id rather her than the two little ones or Will number two."
Will cracked a smile at that, so it had not only been him who thought he resembled Wilson.
'I'll take Wilson" He said.
"And that leaves me with Kent and Allison." said Robini "Fair enough, now lets go."
Kent stravinsky 15 district 5
He supported this. Kent thought. He supported the games, he supported the capital, and Panem as a whole.
He loved watching the games, loved rooting for his favorites.
But not when he was in it.
Everybody knew that the reapings were rigged. Everybody.
And what had he done to get himself in?
He looked over to his parents, they weren't helping, being here.
He had never been close to them, his father, with his work in the capital, one of the few district people working there, and his mother, always dressing up, cleaning the house for her next big party, obsessing over the newest fads in the capital.
The only thing that united them was the capital.
And the capital was the thing tearing them apart right now.
He knew a lot about the games, probably more than anyone else going in.
But how was that going to help him? that didn't give him combat skills, or survival skills.
He loved the capital. Not for this, but for the other things they had done.
And he would have to use that to his advantage.
Allison Fancy 14 district 5
She supported them.
She respected them more like.
The capital.
She respected them for making something out of nothing.
But all she had wanted to do was work there.
Not fight there.
It had been her dream to work in the capital, and maybe, playing these games would be her best chance to do it.
But first she had to get past the Hunger Games.
And she needed to figure out how to do that.
All she had were her smarts, from working in the dam.
The best engineer district 5 had had in a while.
And she would have to use that to her advantage.
Wilson Pollan 17 district 5
He never supported them.
Never respected them.
Hated them more like.
The capital, for what they had done to the districts, every year 47 children dead.
And one alive, emerging a murderer.
Or two, as last year Will and Willa had won, and both of them had killed.
He didn't want to do that.
His father and his sister entered the room.
His sister sprinted towards him and buried her face in his shirt.
She was 8 years old. And their family had already been torn apart once.
His mother had died, in an accident at one of the dams of district 5.
18 people had died. This was 3 years ago.
Since then his father had raised he and his sister by himself, along with working at his job, which was trying to harness the power of the wind to power district 5.
It had been successful, so far, but it wasn't really needed with the hydroelectric dam.
But his father hated water, ever since his wife died, and Wilson and his sister had steadily inherited his fear.
Wilson snapped back to reality as he realized his father had said his name three times
"Yeah?"
"You can do this" He said putting his hand on Wilson's shoulder "We've sparred before, with the sickles I found, your good. As long as you get some food and water, and a sickle or a spear, something that can keep your enemy-"
He trailed off, they both realized what he had said.
Enemy.
Harmless kids from 11 other districts, with families just as he had. Now they were enemies.
And they would all have to die, all of them but one, or two.
For him to come home.
And so he steeled himself and said it.
"Enemies."
That's all they were now.
And the faster he accepted it, the faster he could win these games.
Enemies.
He could use that to his advantage.
Mari Bet 17 district 5
She supported him.
Her father.
The reason she was here.
He had made an empire out of his ability to bluff, and a deck of cards.
And the capital hadn't liked it.
She knew the reapings were rigged, that was why she was here.
She knew she wouldn't have any visitors.
She hadn't seen her father since yesterday, or the day before, and who else would come?
she had never met her mother, never even learned who she was.
She had few friends from her time at the casinos.
But still she had enjoyed it, she had inherited her father's ability to bluff, and his slight of hand.
But that didn't matter now, now what mattered was your ability to find food, your ability to find shelter.
Your ability to kill.
And she had none of that.
Nothing that she could use.
Except her bluffing, and her lies.
And that's all the advantage she had.