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Post by Seryna on Mar 29, 2012 22:42:58 GMT -5
As Femra headed out after her morning meal; she noted that the mood today was somber and depressed. It was the day before the Reaping and the children looked half scared to death. Many children were out of sight, likely in thier own tenement trying to distract themselves from the horror that tomorrow would bring. Femra walks along the row of tenements that is her nieghborhood. The adults are already at work at the factory. Femra knows that she could go and perform her shift, but she might not be expected today. Many children of Reaping age would likely be excused today, no one wants distraction marring a finger in the machines.
'From the simple, lovely fabrics of the districts to the brocades favoured in the Capitol, District 8 makes it all.' A well dressed woman in shimmering gold brocade boasts to a man with a recording camera. You recognize Lacey Wynn, the district representative for your district. She appears to be shooting propganda for the Hunger Games, modeling her lovely gold brocade dress. As you watch, you see a girl about your age emerge from her tenement. She carries a dress of green velvet- although on closer inspection, you can see that the dress has just been hemmed and still needs the collar placed.
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Post by seanman1224 on Mar 29, 2012 22:56:39 GMT -5
The girl reminded Femra of her dress fitting. Running pass the representative, she slid through her house door and ran upstairs to her bedroom.
"Ahhh, 5 minutes early." She said as she looked at the clock. 8:55.
Walking through the door came Maura.
"DARLING, looking awfully gorgeous today!" said the pink-haired women.
I stared at her with the most dumbfound look I could manage. "Maura is such a ditz" she though.
"Ugh, what ugly colored dress am I wearing to the Reaping tomorrow?"
"Well, it's going to be green, just like every year before." Maura said, obviously offended.
"Okay, well make sure it suits my eyes!" I said as I bolted through the door and into the forest.
Finally some peace and quiet before tomorrow!
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 1:32:41 GMT -5
As she moves towards the forest, she passes a slim dark haired girl headed the same way. She recognizes Elena, a girl near her own age. Elena was fifteen and the niece of Edgar; a tribute of the #9th Hunger Games. Edgar had never survived the Blood Bath. Another resident your own age walked towards the pair of you. You recognize Ben, a soft spoken boy who hardly spoke. His own eldest sister had been Reaped three years before. Beth had survived for two days before the Arena was flooded and she drowned to death.
"Hey Femra, Elena," Ben greeted. He then lapsed into silence. He seemed moody, perhaps concerned with the Reaping tomorrow. "Hey Femra, " Elena greeted you. "- Hey Ben."
Elena looked over towards the town center with a grimace. "I hate waiting. Last year I couldn't eat all day. Doesn't it just twist you up inside?"
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Post by seanman1224 on Mar 30, 2012 10:14:40 GMT -5
"I know how you feel, Elena." said Femra.
"To cheer us up, want to go explore the forest?" Femra said after an awkward silence.
Ben nodded his head and started walking to the opening of the forest. Ben was an excellent archer. He could hit someone, or something, from very far away. He dropped this skill after the reaping of his sister, but I know that he still has some in him.
"What do you guys want to do?" Femra asked.
"Cry until after the reaping tomorrow. And then cry some more." Elena said.
Ben nodded his head in agreement.
"Hm. You guys want to make a token out of forest resources for the tributes?" I asked them.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 12:36:36 GMT -5
Sean, I'll be roleplaying Elena & Ben from now on. NPCs are generally controlled by me..
Elena considered this for a moment, nodding. "What sort of token were you thinking of?" She asked. "We have a day..." Ben considered your words silently, not replying.
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Post by seanman1224 on Mar 30, 2012 18:30:26 GMT -5
"How about...an apple for the teaching positions here? We could make it out of wood." Femra asked the two children
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 19:01:39 GMT -5
"That sounds nice." Elena decides, glancing towards Ben. Ben made a non committal shrug. Elena was non pulsed, turning back to Femra. "What sort of wood would you need? You'd make it, right?" She asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.
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Post by seanman1224 on Mar 31, 2012 13:58:53 GMT -5
Femra laughed. "Of course! I am the only talented one here." That line cued the scowls.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 31, 2012 17:11:52 GMT -5
"Well, you can always go do all that by yourself then." Elena suggested, a cutting edge of annoyance to her voice. Nerves were on edge today, it seemed. Ben already seemed to have decided that this wasn't what he wanted to do with this day. He gives you a raised hand wave in good bye as he departs, heading for the town square.
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Post by seanman1224 on Mar 31, 2012 17:55:37 GMT -5
"Ugh, you guys! Don't leave.." Femra screamed after he friends. She sat down and stared as her friends left her in the dust.
"Better start making that apple she though."
Just then her mother hollered from the door. Dinner was ready. 4 more hours until "the day."
Femra got up and ran to her waiting mother.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 2, 2012 12:53:02 GMT -5
All too soon, the Reaping Day was upon them. Mothers and fathers prepared their children for the reaping with anxiety shining in their eyes. This is a day churning with emotion. Lyme, a trim woman in her mid - twenties, stands behind the district representative. Nora, the district representative, steps up to the microphone, grinning happily out at the crowd. Some eyes have began to wander. In addition to the two globes containing the boys and girls names, there was a third globe filled with name cards. What fresh new hell was this?
"Hello and happy Hunger Games!" The district represenative greets the crowd. "This year is something very special. The Quarter Quell means remembering the distant strife that gave birth to the Hunger Games. Let us see what our President wishes to impart to us."
The woman, with her hair set with different colored ribbons, turns to the screens. Your eyes follow hers as President Snow appears, thanking you for arriving for a special Hunger Games. The man appears wizened as he accepts a box from a blonde girl with long braids. He straightens as the camera zooms in on the card that he has drawn.
He reads the card somberly. " To remember the sacrifice made in the Dark times, we honor the sacrifice of the former tributes and victors of the Hunger Games. In addition to the Reaping, one child of Reaping age related to a former victor or tribute shall enter the Arena."
The President lowered the card, remarking. "We thank you for your sacrifice on this day. Please remember that only one volunteer may step forward per tribute, although your pride in your district is commendable. Happy Hunger Games."
The screen fills with the faces of district children. She gives a little shiver as she remarks. "What a very special Quarter Quell!"
Turning back to the crowd, the represenative claps her hands. "Lets begin with our brave young woman."
She does a small flourish with her hand and reaches into the femal globe. She draws a card and opens it with a happy smile.
"Our female district for the #25th Quarter Quell is Femra!"
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Post by seanman1224 on Apr 2, 2012 16:39:36 GMT -5
Femra stared ahead as the children parted ways to allow her through. On her left, Elena stood squeezing her hand. On her right was speechless Ben.
Femra stalked up to the stage as her mother sobbed in her father's arms. She turned her head to face her father who gave her the three finger salute.
"Hello darling! What an honor to be chosen as a tribute. Especially in the Quarter Quell!" Nora beamed with delight.
"Let's begin with the men!" the representative stated.
Nora put her hand in the bowl, as Femra stared on.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 4, 2012 2:36:52 GMT -5
The district representative places her hand in the bowl, removing it with a smile that was as bright as the sun.
"The young man from district 8 is Joel Solan!" The representative announced with a smile. "Come, lets get a look at you, Joel."
Joel stood at 5' 5'', appearing to be in his early teens. He had straw colored hair and a light tan. His face was pale, but he gamely allowed the district representative to show him off. He leaned over and shook Femra's hand. His hand was cold and clammy from nerves.
"Now let us find who shall join us from the family of the past Hunger Games!" The woman said shrilly, approaching the third globe. She plunged her hand within and drew a name card; reading it off quickly.
"Elena Bloom!"
Femra's friend's mouth fell open at the news. For a moment she just stood stock still; but she slowly began to walk towards the stage. Her face was ashen; but she shook Femra's hand. She squeezed it before she turned to Joel.
The district representative clapped, pleased with her new tributes. All too soon the trio were led from the stage, on their way to the train.
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