YES! Most of my Districts full! Thanks to the people who kindly submitted Tributes! Here is one more chapter... Still in the Capitolite POV!
Aurora Austriallis, Capitolite (diary entry 1.2a)
The Reapings in District 7 were a bit interesting. Normally only the Reapings in the Career districts are interesting, so it was odd to watch an Outlier District with an intriguing Reaping. Anyways, the Escort for District 7, Amber Seraphim, walked out onto the stage after the mayor read the Treaty of Treason and stood in front of the Reaping Skyscraper (I wonder if all the Bowls will be skyscrapers this year?). Amber smiled out at the District citizens and possible Tributes. "Up first," she cooed, "will be our female tribute! And the lucky girl is..." Here she reached deep into the skyscraper and drew out a slip. "Blina Love! Please come forward, Blina Love!"
The camera zoomed out to the back of the Square. In the twelve-year-old section, all of the children had parted to form a clear path to the stage for the blonde Tribute. Blina was clinging to a girl who looked just like her. I wonder if she was Blina's twin? They were both identical, so probably.
Slowly, the two girls detached themselves. Blina slowly made her way to the stage, crying the whole way. Once she got to the stage, Amber smiled gently at her and asked, "How old are you, Blina?" Blina, still crying, stuttered out "T-t-twelv-v-e."
"Well, you're lucky to have been Reaped! It's a great honor for a lowly District citizen to be taken to the Capitol! Sadly, though, we have to ask for volunteers. Let's just hope that your luck doesn't change, ya?"
Amber turned back to the Town Square. "As I just said, I am required to ask for volunteers. So, DO WE HAVE ANY VOLUNTEERS?" I was shocked to see another small girl, about 4'0, in a purple silk gown from the twelve-year-old section raise her hand. "I volunteer" was all she said as she bravely walked to the stage, sun glinting off her red hair (her dress really complimented her hair well!). Amber was shocked to see an actual Volunteer in District 7, she staggered! I felt so sorry for her, because I really wouldn't want to be losing my balance in front of the whole nation of Panem either.
Once the volunteer girl got onto the stage, Peacekeepers led Blina off the stage. Amber had finally recovered from her shock at the volunteer, and gathered the presence of mind to ask the volunteer "How old are you, and what is your name?" The volunteer looked at her steadily through her pine-green eyes. "My name," she stated slowly and clearly, "Is Allela Bucker. I am twelve years old, and the twins Blina and Belle Love are my best friends."
Amber decided that enough was enough, and walked over to the boys' Skyscraper. "Now for the male tribute!" she called into the microphone. She quickly drew out a name, obviously not wanting to prolong her humiliation on television, and read it aloud. "Jack Roader!" Again, the camera zoomed into a section of the children gathered in the Square. A fat, pasty boy in a black sweatshirt and blue jeans (really, horrible fashion sense. I thought this was a celebration!) stumbled out of his section, and after he straightens up and starts walking, I can tell he isn't very tall, only about 5'7? His brown hair is curly and greasy, like he hasn't bathed in a while.
Finally, this "Jack" reaches the stage. The Escort asks how old he is, and the answer is "*sniffle* Fifteen! *sob*" Poor Escort Amber looks as though she cannot wait to get away from him, and I cannot blame the woman! The boy obviously has horrid personal hygiene, and is sobbing so hard it's the only thing I can hear! Eventually, though, Jack stops crying enough for Amber to ask, "Any volunteers?" This time, she is met with silence. Jack takes his head out of his hands and looks around at the Square in disbelief. "What?" he yells. "NO-ONE will volunteer for ME? The MAYOR'S SON? I can't believe this! You are all horrible people, and my father will punish you!"
Apparently, the boy is a total idiot. Why would anyone want to volunteer for such a spoiled brat? I wouldn't! Although, I don't have to... That's one of the many benefits of living in the Capitol, far away from those District slums. Back to the TV; the Escort just had Allela and Jack shake hands. Yet again, she turns to the crowd. "Your tributes for the 99th Hunger Games, Allela Bucker and Jack Roader!" Amber leads the Tributes off the stage and into the Justice Building, which looks like really fancy log cabin, with the Seal of Panem and the District Seal above the door. The Seal of Panem is larger than the District Seal, and higher, to show the superiority of the Capitol vs. the Districts.
I shut off the TV. Maybe after dinner I'll watch District 9 again. Everyone at work says that the Tributes look good, like they will actually have a chance, and that the guy is really handsome, even if "He is quite skinny..." or so says Winngaard.
Speaking of Winngaard, President Vandara did need a scientist Gamemaker to build mutts, and after reviewing everyone's applications, she chose Winngaard! Finally we get a new boss- hopefully less demanding than Winngaard! I was so glad that I didn't get chosen, because EVERYONE knows what happens to Gamemakers that fail to do a job that pleases the President. Maybe Winngaard will do horribly, and die a horrible death at the hands of his horrible mutts! Eee-hee-hee-hee!
That's all for now, folks! Next chapter should be up in a few hours, and if it isn't, you'll have to wait for Monday; I am being forced to compete in a judo tournament tomorrow (Sunday), and will probably be there all day. Yuck.
Anyway, Cinnamon has a knife to my throat and says to send in more competition, or the Author will be killed.
Cinnamon: "That's right! You want more chapters, send in tributes AND review! Otherwise the Author dies, the Co-Author dies, and the story dies with them!
