Post by CuteLikeMurder on Dec 2, 2013 0:37:19 GMT -5
Mornings in District Twelve were always… bland. No bright sunshine. No light summer rains. Just soot and ash and people starving to death on the streets. Usually, those folks were ignored and left for dead. But not today. For today was the Reaping and everyone had to be at the square.
The citizens of District 12 weren’t wearing rags or sooty overalls. Which was a plus. Though, it wouldn’t get the two unlucky souls any early sponsors.
The Escort took the stage wearing something she had thought was very district four, billowy tunic, leather boots, and brown tights with shells around her neck and in her blue green hair.
“Welcome. Welcome to the 28th Annual Hunger Games! And now for a special message from our beloved president.”
“War... Terrible war...”
No one said anything. No one dared to. The Peacekeepers were all around them, daring someone to step out of line, even just a bit.
“We welcome our Victors.”
Two people climbed onto the stage. One of them was older, way older. The other was barely 20. She was dressed in black and red and she wore a devilish grin. She was smoking but it wasn’t her usual cigarette. It was some herbal crap that didn’t do anything. Which is why she was smoking it. Ember Clay was called the Butcher of District 12. She was just playing that up for the benefit of whatever two unlucky bastards were chosen.
“And now for our tributes,” the Escort said. “We will start with the girls first.”
“WREN THORNE!”
The smile on Ember’s face fell. Thorne was the same last name her district mate had. Jasper. This must have been one of his sisters. Ember looked crushed.
Wren walked into the stage without a word. She looked solid despite her age. She was only 13. Standing near Ember, they looked enough alike to be confused as cousins. Wren had that classic Seam look to her; olive skin, dark hair, and ash colored eyes.
She’s composed. But her eyes watched the crowd like a hawk.
“Wren Thorne… you wouldn’t be Jasper Thorne’s sister by any chance?”
Wren nodded. “Jasper was my brother, yes.”
“And now it’s your shot at the games.”
Wren looked between Hiriam and Ember before she spoke. “Yes, and may the odds be ever in my favor.”
9th Hunger Games
Type of Arena: Woodlands
Victor: Hiriam (District 12 male)
Age at time of Reaping: 15
Strategy: Hiriam was given an early advantage in the games and stayed hidden, living off of the land. He faced a Distinct 9 tribute and one from District 2 in the final battle. It was long and bloody but he came out victorious.
Kills:
The citizens of District 12 weren’t wearing rags or sooty overalls. Which was a plus. Though, it wouldn’t get the two unlucky souls any early sponsors.
The Escort took the stage wearing something she had thought was very district four, billowy tunic, leather boots, and brown tights with shells around her neck and in her blue green hair.
“Welcome. Welcome to the 28th Annual Hunger Games! And now for a special message from our beloved president.”
“War... Terrible war...”
No one said anything. No one dared to. The Peacekeepers were all around them, daring someone to step out of line, even just a bit.
“We welcome our Victors.”
Two people climbed onto the stage. One of them was older, way older. The other was barely 20. She was dressed in black and red and she wore a devilish grin. She was smoking but it wasn’t her usual cigarette. It was some herbal crap that didn’t do anything. Which is why she was smoking it. Ember Clay was called the Butcher of District 12. She was just playing that up for the benefit of whatever two unlucky bastards were chosen.
“And now for our tributes,” the Escort said. “We will start with the girls first.”
“WREN THORNE!”
The smile on Ember’s face fell. Thorne was the same last name her district mate had. Jasper. This must have been one of his sisters. Ember looked crushed.
Wren walked into the stage without a word. She looked solid despite her age. She was only 13. Standing near Ember, they looked enough alike to be confused as cousins. Wren had that classic Seam look to her; olive skin, dark hair, and ash colored eyes.
She’s composed. But her eyes watched the crowd like a hawk.
“Wren Thorne… you wouldn’t be Jasper Thorne’s sister by any chance?”
Wren nodded. “Jasper was my brother, yes.”
“And now it’s your shot at the games.”
Wren looked between Hiriam and Ember before she spoke. “Yes, and may the odds be ever in my favor.”
9th Hunger Games
Type of Arena: Woodlands
Victor: Hiriam (District 12 male)
Age at time of Reaping: 15
Strategy: Hiriam was given an early advantage in the games and stayed hidden, living off of the land. He faced a Distinct 9 tribute and one from District 2 in the final battle. It was long and bloody but he came out victorious.
Kills: