And now, for our second half of District 2!
Lyric once again plunged her hand into the Reaping Bowl. This time, however, instead of skimming her hand over the top layer of slips, Lyric dug her hand all the way to the bottom. Suddenly, startlingly, she yanked her hand out and raised a slip high above her head. Just as startlingly, she brought her hand crashing down and stopped it right before she hit the Bowl.
When she opened the slip, she pulled it so hard that it made a snapping sound, not unlike that of a belt landing against a leather couch. I almost laughed; here was the old violent Lyric for you. It was as though she was acting the part of a man, as opposed to when she was simply overdramatic during the girl's Volunteering.
Lyric started to read the name on the slip. "Erstov Go-"
A deep voice began to resonate throughout the Square. "I Volunteer!"
Right after the deep voice rang out, a high pitched battle cry tore through the air. "No! I Volunteer!"
The anguished cry came from the same area as the first voice. A small fight was happening, but the cameras weren't able to zoom in fast enough. Almost as quickly as it had started, the fight was over and the winner was on his way to the stage.
He stepped out of the 18-year-old section and raised his hand, repeating "I Volunteer!" The boy was super muscular, but only of an average height. His short, dirty blonde hair was so stiffly spiked that I thought anyone who touched it would begin bleeding profusely, and his eyes were of that wintery-ice color that appears to be common this year. A long scar stood out brightly from his light tan as it ran across his face, starting at his left eyebrow, sliding across his nose, and ending near the right side of his mouth.
The boy wore a pair of grey slacks, a white shirt that was messily tucked in (a little bit here, a little bit there), and a grey tie. Really, he would have looked better in a pair of black slacks and a shirt that matched his eyes. It would have brought out his features so well!
Anyways, the Volunteer made his way to the stage quickly, much more quickly than his counterpart Candle. Within a minute of volunteering, he was on the stage. He stepped up to the microphone and waited for Lyric to ask his name and age. Lyric, not wanting to waste any more time under the beating sun (the day was clear, bright, and HOT- District 2 is pretty close to a desert, 'cause that's the best place for them to craft their stones), did not hesitate as she stated, "Please! Do tell us your name and age!"
The boy stared out over the crowd and stated that his name was "Mars Everett," and he was "Eighteen." Gosh, he was even worse than that boy from Eleven! Mars was just as emotionless as Coren, and almost as handsome!
Lyric looked disappointed with Mars' lack of enthusiasm. "Well," she stated into the microphone with some underlying tone that resembled frustration, "HERE are our Tributes for this year's annual HUNGER GAMES!" She turned to the Tributes. "Please, shake hands, dears. There, perfect." Now she directed her attention to the audience. "I thank you, District 2, for your magnificent Tributes! Happy Hunger Games!"
And that is the end of District 2. Sorry it was so short; at least the first half of this District was much longer! Lya200, you can now re-send your Tributes. I need the District 5 Female and the District 10 Male. Thank you!
