I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. SHOUTOUT TO ASTRALKNIGHT98 FOR CREATING THIS CHARACTER. SINCE THERE IS ONLY 1 TRIBUTE, THE CHAPTER WILL BE SHORT.
FACE CLAIMS
JEAN ARMANI- HABSA ABDULKADIR
District 8, the same day.
Jean Armani stood in line with the other girls in District 8 as she watched the male tribute be reaped and brought up to the platform. He was crying as a peacekeeper was required to drag him by his hair. She inwardly cursed at how unfair it was. The Hunger Games came every year and robbed 2 families of their children. District 8 hadn't had a Victor since before the Mockingjay rebellion.
Jean did her best to be unnoticeable; as if that would decrease the odds of the handler drawing her name out of the glass bowl on the stage filled with the names of every young girl in the district. To be honest, it was one of the few things that she was truly skilled at. Jean would rather be anywhere else: the textile factory that dualy served as her place of employment and her covert sleeping place, the cafe where she spent her meager earnings on soup and biscuits that while tasty, never truly filled her belly, even the shitty community home where she'd lived for the first 8 years of her life would have been better than this.
Once the boy had been calmed down and presented to the cameras, the handler cleared her throat and went on with the ceremony; while everyone else looked at her with awkward discomfort.
"Anyway...now that the male tribute has been chosen, let us find out which female will be joining him in the arena." The handler said as she reached her hand into the glass bowl full of girl names. After a few seconds, a slip of paper was chosen and the handler read the name aloud.
"Jean Armani!" The handler exclaimed as the girl's heart nearly stopped. Everyone else was confused as they looked around the holding area, searching for the name's owner. They knew neither her face or her name. That was how little of an impression that Jean made on those who met her.
She slowly made her way out of the crowd and walked as slow as she could to the platform where the handler brought her up.
"Miss Armani, I'm so happy for you, it is a great honor to be selected for the games." The handler said as Jean kept her mouth shut. The thing about Jean was that she was almost stone cold death. However, she was able to read lips which allowed her to carry on a conversation if she had sitting materials.
"Let's have a round of applause for our 2 brave tributes who will have the supreme honor of representing District 8 in the one hundred and twenty first annual Hunger Games!" The handler proclaimed as a few people clapped, while most of the kids breathed sighs of relief at being spared for another year.
As Jean shook hands with her co-tribute, she knew that the odds were most definitely not in her favor. She was underfed and malnourished to the point where she looked like she was 12 or 13, as opposed to being 16. If nothing else, she would at least get a fortnight of good food before her death.
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