Victor of the 4th Hunger Game
POV: Glowe De Vigny
"Do you have to say it that way?" argued Hope, my fellow mentor here in the lovely district known as District 1.
"Yes I had to say it that way," I say, getting up in her face and making sure she can hear me.
"Fine, whatever. I'm a better mentor than you anyway so I don't need to be harassed and constantly made fun of by you," she retorted and started to walk away with a little swish in her step.
"Yeah, that's why I managed to bring you home and you haven't managed to bring home another tribute since your victor," I screamed as she walked out of the room. But before she could get all the way out of the room she managed to give me the finger. Good old Hope, always making things interesting.
You see, I don't hate her. Quite the opposite actually, but I believe that she gets enjoyment out of arguing with me. I know I get enjoyment out of arguing with her. Our relationship is very… different. But I prefer it that way since nobody can really understand our relationship. I value it, but I would never tell somebody that.
"Glowe, it's almost time for the reapings," says one of the peacekeepers. I turn and nod in his direction, letting him know that I understand I must be at the square very soon. Since I'm already here, in the building next to the square, I don't have to leave early.
I decide to walk around a little bit, looking at everything in the building despite me already knowing everything here. I've been mentoring for 11 years now, losing 21 tributes in the process, the only one that I managed to bring home was Hope. But I plan on changing that this year. I will make sure that I bring home a tribute this year, and nobody can stop me.
I can remember Hope's Games very clearly. It was 5 years after mine, and this was the year of the overly large career pack, having 9 members in it. All the tributes from districts 1, 2, 3, and 4 were included, and they added the District 9 male for his brute strength. They murdered 11 people in the bloodbath, with another tribute killing someone outside the pack. They had three fourths of the tributes left in the Games, and instead of turning on each other; they decided to hunt for the remaining three outside the pack.
They did a pretty good job, killing all three in four days, only losing one member (the three male) along the way. But alas, it was time to split up and it was one of the bloodiest fights ever seen in a Game. The fight was spectacular, if I do say so myself. Hope managed to murder three people in the pack during that fight, and I was actually quite proud of her. She only sustained minor injuries in the big fight between the pack members, and she was crowned the victor of the 9th Hunger Games.
"Mr. De Vigny, it's time to make your way onto stage," states the Head Peacekeeper for District.
I send a slight nod in his direction letting him know that I heard him and begin to walk in the direction of the double doors that lead onto the stage. I look around for Hope and I spot her in a tight-fitting purple dress that hugs her curves nicely. I send a wink in her direction letting her know that I approve of her outfit and then walk out onto stage with her along with the mayor of our district and his family.
I take my seat on the left side of the stage with Hope seated directly to my right and stare out into the crowd of District 1 citizens. Most of them are very clean and seem to be rich, but there are the few that come from the poorer side of town.
The escort comes racing out of the building looking as "stylish" as ever. I swear sometimes I think that we have a better sense of style than the Capitol does.
"Good afternoon District 1!" screams the escort, her ridiculous purple hair bouncing as she jumps up and down with excitement. "Are you ready to find out what lucky people will be representing your district in the 16th Hunger Games?" Cheers can be heard from the crowd and people seem to be buzzing with excitement. Ah, I remember when I was in their position waiting for the escort to say the name of the reaped tribute and then for me to run up to the stairs and volunteer.
"Well, let's get on with it then!" she says rather enthusiastically. She makes her way over to the pink tinted bowl to represent the females. She silently plucks a piece of paper from the bowl and walks back over to the microphone.
"Congratulations to Crim-" Before she even has time to finish the race is on to volunteer. I can see many females running up to go and volunteer, but one catches my eye. She slaps a girl pretty hard in the face and manages to kick another in the shin, finally making her way up the steps and darts over to the microphone.
"My name is Aurelia Rose, and I plan on winning this year's games," she says and then throws a white-toothed grin to the many cameras. She flicks her long, wavy blonde hair over her shoulder and takes a step back, allowing the escort to walk over to the blue tinted bowl. She dips her hand in once again and walks over to the microphone. Before she can even say anything, the race begins once again.
I see about five boys from the eighteen year old section running out to get to the stage but while they're too busy fighting to get to the stage, I see a sixteen year old boy climb the stairs silently, not even getting noticed by the older people until it's too late.
"And what's your name dear boy?" asks the escort, shoving the microphone in his face.
"Baron Fairstone," he states calmly, and instantly I recognize the surname. His family was originally from the Capitol until they migrated here for some business purposes. That should certainly be interesting to see how he handles the Games.
"District 1- your tributes for the 16th Hunger Games!" screams the escort as she lifts Baron and Aurelia's hands high in the air.
If I know one thing for sure right now, it's that we have a very good shot at having another victor this year.
Victor of the 14th Hunger Games
POV: Dakota Elekto
2 years. That's how long it's been since I've been in the great place known as the arena.
I'll admit, I loved the arena. I wish I could go back there and live the thrill once again. It was so much fun being in that place, I don't even comprehend how people from the lower districts call it a hellhole. It was amazing, and I loved every minute of being apart of the Hunger Games.
I was apart of the career pack just like all the tributes from 1, 2, and 4 are. We dominated that year, but what the whole pack didn't realize was that I was the puppet-master of the whole pack. I manipulated every single person in the pack to get angry at one another, and make it seem like one person was trying to kill them. In the end, it seemed like every single person in the pack was trying to kill each other, and then you had me: nobody wanted to kill me because nobody believed I was going after them.
Oh how glorious the fight was when it broke out. All of them fighting the one that I told them were trying to kill them- it was just a vicious cycle that never stopped. I literally stood back and watched the pummel each other until only one of them remained- my district partner.
It was so hard to bring the knife across his throat and watch the light leave his eyes. I might be a cold hearted bitch, but killing my district partner was hard on me. We're not supposed to kill our district partner, it's a training center rule and one that I subsequently broke, but I did it for my survival. As a result for doing that, I wasn't allowed to go back to the Capitol to mentor for a year. But now, that year is over and I can go and mentor two tributes that I hope will win.
"Dakota, time to start walking to the stage," states my fellow, and only other mentor Avenno. He won the 2nd Hunger Games and he was the one that really solidified the status of the career alliance. I have watched his Games so many times now that I can't even tell you an exact number. He was just so brilliant to watch and I was so glad that he was able to mentor me for my Games.
Actually, he was the one that actually helped me modify my plan to make it perfect so that there were no flaws and so that I could win without so much as a scratch on my pretty little face.
As I link my arm through his muscular one, I can't help but wonder what my tributes will be like this year. If anybody didn't know, here in Two we pick the tributes for the Games just after the previous ones end. But since I was banned from training the tributes and mentoring the tributes for a year, I have no idea who will be volunteering, and surprisingly I like it that way. Makes everything more exciting and unpredictable.
As I walk out onto the stage with Avenno right next to me, I can't help but feel proud of my district and all of the trainees that we have produced. Almost every single child in this square is wearing the signature black leather jacket from the training center. It makes me feel like we're doing something right with our youth.
As the mayor walks up to read the treaty of treason, I can't help but tune it out. It doesn't matter to me anymore, I had to listen to that every year when I was down in that square and I really don't feel like listening to that boring speech when I'm a victor.
Finally, the mayor finishes his boring speech after the treaty of treason and the escort comes sprinting out onto the stage and begins to speak in his extremely high pitched Capitolian accent. I can't even believe that a male's voice can go that high, let alone stay in that pitch for a lengthened amount of time.
"Welcome, District 2 to the reapings for the 16th Annual Hunger Games!" he squeals and in response he gets whoops and whistles and hollers from the crowd. We really do like our Hunger Games. "Who's excited to see who the tributes are for this year?" More cheers and more whoops from the crowd.
He begins to walk his way over to the pink tinted bowl to represent that the bowl is full of all the names of all the females from the ages of 12-18 in District 2. He picks a slip from the top and reads it aloud. "Cryssa Kielan come on down!" he squeals.
A young girl wearing one of the signature training outfits comes out of the 15-year old section, but she has nothing to worry about because as per usual there will be the selected person volunteering any second now.
And sure enough, here comes the volunteer now, walking up silently to the stage without a care in the world. She's very beautiful though, I'll give her that. She has curly brown hair that cascades down her back, framing her whole being perfectly, almost looking like an angel. Her black leather training jacket is accompanied by a short black mini-skirt, showing off her tanned and well-built legs.
Her body has nice curves, almost like myself, and she seems to be well-built overall. Her eyes though, they could bring in some sponsors alone. As she turns towards the camera I can see the gold glint in a sea of green. I truly am envious of her perfect eyes, they are just so pretty.
"And what is your name darling?" asks our escort.
"My name is Varas Aspaweih, and I plan on winning this year," she states simply and calmly and flashes a toothy smile to the camera. Obviously she is very cocky, but this could ultimately lead to her downfall. However, her appearance and obvious training could prove to be invaluable. We'll just have to wait and see how she handles everything.
"And now, for the boys." He walks over to the blue tinted bowl and this time digs his hand deep down into the bowl to pluck a piece of paper out with his finely manicured fingers. He walks back over to the microphone and reads the name aloud for the whole district to hear.
"Apex Tempest, come on down!"
The selected male walks out of the aisle of seventeen year olds and begins to walk up the stairs when someone from the eighteen year old section begins to walk out, presumably to volunteer, but Apex has other plans.
"No, I do not want any volunteers," he simply states and walks up next to Varas. The escort looks shocked at how blunt he was but you'd think by now that the escort realizes we are a very tough and direct district.
Standing next to Varas, Apex looks like crap. His face is a twisted mess of scars and burns, making him appear to be permanently scowling at the world. His black hair is swept to the left side of his face, in what I presume to be an attempt to hide the hideous burn marks on that side of his face. He towers over the Varas, standing at about 6'5 while Varas is about 5'9. He has huge muscles and he looks like he weighs a ton, most of his weight probably coming from those muscles of him. However, the most interesting thing that I can see is that he has a white 'D' on the back of his training outfit.
The 'D' stands for none other than the Drake Career Pack, a group of trainees trained by Zeus Drake, a fierce person and a loyal supporter of the Games. He only picks the best of the best to be in his Drake Career Pack, so Apex must be a very strong fighter and good competitor.
"District 2, I give you your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games- Varas Aspaweih and Apex Tempest!" He raises their hands in the air and then asks them to shake hands. They shake hands and Varas flashes a smile in his direction, while Apex simply nods in return.
As they walk off to the Justice Buildings to say their goodbyes, I can't help but think that we actually have a very good chance at winning this thing this year.
Victor of the 6th Hunger Games
POV: Driya Zetre
The nightmares never stop. The same faces of tributes I've mentored combined with the faces of the tributes in my Games all swirl into one big nightmare that never stops playing in my mind. One night after the other I see every face, every single last face, every single death that they went through and I can never shake them. It pains me to think of how they died. It pains me to see the light leave their eyes every night in my dreams. It pains me to know that they could have come home if I could have helped them, but nothing I do ever allows them to come home.
I haven't been able to bring home a single tribute since I won. I am District Three's only victor, the sole person that won from this district without the help of a mentor. All the children that come to me for help think that I am their savior, thinking that I can somehow get them out of it, but I never can. I always tell them that I'll help them and that everything will be okay, when in reality it will never be okay for them. I never am able to help them come back to their home, and it makes me feel like complete and utter crap.
Watching the light leave their eyes every single Games makes me want to kill myself, yet every year I trudge back and try and help two more tributes, only for them to meet the same fate each and every tribute before them has received. Their souls are all on my conscience, and I just wish I could cleanse it of their souls. If I could just bring back one tribute, just one, it wouldn't make me feel so bad, it would make me feel like I am good at mentoring and can still do something to save the children.
"Driya, it's time to get ready for the reapings," calls out one of the mayor's helpers. I nod in her direction, letting her know I acknowledged what she said and move to the front of the Mayor's building where the stage is built. I can hear some chattering around the room and I look around to see the Mayor, his wife, and his little 11-year old daughter standing there, looking around the room.
"Driya!" calls the Mayor's Daughter, Emily.
"Hello Emily, how are you today?" I ask as I scoop her up into my arms. For 11-years old, she is very child like and very light and upbeat.
"I'm good. Mommy and Daddy and I are about to go on stage in front of the whole district!" she squeals and I smile at her.
"That's good Emily! Sounds like fun," I tell her. I don't care to tell her that the two people that are picked will most likely die a week after this ceremony because to her, this is a chance to be in front of everyone and to show them how poised and polite she is. "Make sure to be nice and be polite to everyone that talks to you okay?"
"I will!" she says and gives me one last smile before I put her back down on the ground and let her run back to her parents. The Mayor gives me a slight nod and then walks out though the double doors onto the large stage. His wife and Emily follow, then I walk out onto the stage and the bright lights immediately blind me temporarily.
When I finally regain my sight I sit down in the lone chair on the right side of the stage and wait for the Mayor to finish the Treat of Treason along with his short little speech. As I stare out into the crowd of people I can't help but remember when I was in their position, just standing there believing I was never going to be reaped.
I remember my name being called out and I can remember screaming like I never screamed before. I clung to my best friends arm as I was ripped away from her by the nasty peacekeepers and dragged onstage where the escort waited for me. I cried the whole time and I can clearly remember the Capitolians marking me off as a sure bloodbath, but I proved them all wrong.
I'm so deep in thought that I almost miss the escort walking out onstage in her ridiculous attire. She's dressed in a neon blue and pink swirled dress that makes her seem like a giant walking cotton candy. I can remember eating cotton candy for the first time in the Capitol, it was delicious.
"District 3, are you ready to find out who your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games will be?" she screams. In response she gets silence, which definitely darkens her mood. She solemnly begins to walk to the pink tinted bowl and plucks a paper out and walks back to the microphone in her incredibly high heels.
"Do we have an Imogen Antrone in the audience today?" she asks, much less enthusiastic than when she first came out here.
At first, nobody moves at all. Not a single girl moved out of their place, but then Imogen makes a fatal mistake. She begins to shrink down and tries to fall away from the rest of the people in her section. This makes it all too easy for the Peacekeepers to identify her and they begin to push girls out of the way to get to poor Imogen. They grab her and she begins to punch and kick and claw at them, but to no avail. They eventually march up the stairs and deposit her onto the stage next to the escort.
Imogen is actually decent looking for someone in District 3. She has long, choppy dark brown hair that reaches just past her shoulders. Her eyes are as wide as saucers, the grey in them clearly shining through. Her face seems angelic, and she looks very small and cut for someone of 16. She seems very small and very frail, with freckles littered all over her face and the top of her shoulders. She seems very typical for District 3, scrawny and weak looking but maybe she'll be a surprise, just like I was.
"And now, for the males."
Her high heels click as she walks across the stone stage and plucks a name from the next reaping bowl before walking back to center stage in front of the microphone. She takes an extended amount of time to open the paper and read the name, probably to create some suspense.
"Do we have a Keegan Lore in the audience?"
As soon as the name is announced, all the guys in the 16-year old section seem to move away from one person. The person must be Keegan, and the poor kid just stands there dumbfounded, probably wondering if he heard right. He sure did because Peacekeepers come to pick him up and move him to the stage. Unlike Imogen, he doesn't fight back at all. Quite the opposite actually. He lets them carry him up the stairs and when they set him down on the stage, he actually looks confident.
Keegan has thick, dark brown hair that goes just above his eyebrows, and his eyes are a dark brown color that frames his angelic face quite nicely. He stands at a normal height for his age, probably about 5'9 or 5'10. He seems like an average District 3 male, but maybe he could be a surprise as well.
"District 3, I present you Keegan Lore and Imogen Antrone- your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games!" announces the escort. She then asks them to shake hands and they do, each solemnly and not smiling or anything at each other.
As the escort brings them to the Justice Building I wonder how these tributes will fare. Both seem very normal for District 3, but then again so did I. In many ways, Imogen and Keegan remind me of myself when I was reaped.
If I know one thing, it's that I will fight my very hardest to ensure that one of them will make it home this year. Even if it's the last thing I do.
Victor of the 8th Hunger Games
POV: Tais Mikay
Nothing can prepare you for the moment that you step foot into the arena. It was an experience like no other. Of course I volunteered for them so I guess I can't say that I didn't deserve what happened, but I still wish I hadn't volunteered. The Games took away something far worse than my mental health; they took away my right arm.
My right arm was my main arm. I could use a trident with it, I could spear with it, I even knew how to fish with just one arm. But because I had to volunteer for the Games I lost that arm, and ever since I got back from the Games I've had to learn how to do everything left handed. And let me tell you: it wasn't easy learning.
At first I failed at everything I did: I couldn't fish, I couldn't hit a target with anything, and I was a useless bum. But finally after a long time of learning and training I could finally do the basic motions with my left arm. As it stands today, I can do everything I used to do with my right arm, but not as good as I could.
However one arm doesn't stop me from mentoring. I managed to bring home a lady by the name of Mags Cohen, and let me tell you, she is gorgeous. She has long, flowing blonde hair and piercing grey eyes that seem to bore into your soul. I can still remember meeting her for the first time and mentoring her throughout her Games. When she won I was the happiest thing alive, I was jumping up and down in the mentor/control room and everyone was staring at me.
When she came home I was the proudest person ever. I immediately asked her to be my girlfriend and we dated for a long time. Finally, this year on the 3rd Anniversary of her victory, I proposed to her and we are now engaged. We are getting married as soon as these Games are over and I couldn't be happier.
I look over my left shoulder and I manage to see Mags talking to the Mayor of District 4. I wave in her direction and she waves back, along with the Mayor waving at me. The mayor is an extremely nice person, always wanting to talk to different people and he just makes you feel like you are important in this world.
Mags finally finishes her conversation with the Mayor and comes running over to me and she jumps into my arms. I give her a quick peck on the lips and then set her down.
"Excited to find out who the two tributes will be this year babe?" I ask her quietly.
"Very excited," she states. "Hopefully they will be very tough volunteers and maybe we could have another victory under our belt." I agree, another victor would be nice, though I don't know if I want one right now. If another person were to win then they would mentoring with Mags since Mags and the new victor would be the youngest. So while a victory in District 4 would be nice, I'm not really sure if it's the best for me right now.
"I'm sure we'll get some fighters. If the tributes are anything like you then we're sure to have another victor," I say and she smiles at this. She gives me a long, passionate kiss and then we break apart and link our arms together. We begin to walk to the double doors at the front of the Mayor's Building and will soon be going out on stage to see all of District 4.
"Is everyone ready?" asks one of the many Peacekeepers. Everyone back here nods and the Peacekeeper then says something in a small microphone and then opens the double doors. The applause that the Mayor gets as he walks out is deafening. I told you everyone loved the guy. When we walk out we get applause, but it's nothing compared to what the Mayor got.
We take our seats on the right side of the stage and wait for the Mayor to finish the Treaty of Treason and for him to finish his little personal speech. When he does finish he gets another ear-splitting round of applause. As soon as he sits down the escort comes bounding out of the double doors and runs straight for the microphone. He doesn't quite make it to the microphone before he trips and falls flat on his face. Almost everyone in the entire reaping square laughs when they see him hit his face on the stage floor; even Mags and I take part in laughing at what just happened.
When he regains his composure and enough of his dignity, he gets back up and begins to speak again.
"Welcome to the Reapings for the 16th Annual Hunger Games!" he screams and he gets a roar of applause from the crowd of people in the square. "Are you ready to find out what lucky people will be representing your district in this year's Hunger Games?" Another round of applause from the audience as he walk over to the pink tinted reaping bowl.
He reaches his pale hand down into the bottom of the bowl and then plucks a single piece of paper from the bowl and walks back over to the microphone in an overdramatic fashion. He finally gets back to the microphone and opens up the small piece of paper carefully, making sure not to drop it.
A petite, frail girl walks up from the 14-year old section, but she should have nothing to worry about. Before the girl can even get halfway to the stage the race to get to the stage is on. Multiple girls from the 17 and 18 year old sections are racing out into the aisle trying to be the first to get to the stage. A very beautiful blonde manages to kick a redhead in the stomach and she flies back into a group of girls, effectively knocking a few girls over with her. To ensure the blonde gets there first she punches the final girl running with her in the cheek, knocking her over onto the ground. The blonde then walks up to the stage with a swagger in her step and moves over to the microphone.
"I believe we have a volunteer," laughs the escort. "And what is your name dear?"
"Rhine Wrasse and I plan on winning these Games," she says with a confident smirk on her face. She definitely seems like a fighter this one. She'll go far; I can pretty much guarantee that.
"And now, for the boys." He begins to walk over to the blue tinted bowl and reaches his perfectly manicured hand down into the bottom of the bowl and plucks out a white piece of paper. He walks back over to the microphone and speaks very clearly.
Another young child walks out of the 15-year old section of the square and begins to walk towards the stage. Hm, he actually looks like he could have a good shot in the Games if nobody volunteers, but that will not be the case. Immediately swarms of males from the 17 and 18 year old sections run for the stage, but only one makes it there first.
The male that made it there first is actually quite small for someone that came out of the 17-year old section, standing at approximately 5'5 of 5'6. He seems very light as well, maybe about 120-130lbs. His light brown hair sweeps across his forehead so none of it is exposed, and it is quite short coming to about ear-length. His eyes are narrowed at the crowd, almost as if he is observing the whole district. His eyes are a chocolate brown color with gold flecks in them. His skin is a golden color like most of the people in this district. He'll most surely be able to pull in a good amount of sponsors.
"I believe we have another volunteer. What is your name darling?"
"Achilles Martinez, and I'm here to win," he says confidently but with a hint of anger in his voice. He seems like he's hiding something, maybe some pent up anger somewhere deep down in him. Maybe it will even come out in the arena. We'll just have to wait and see.
"District 4, I present to you your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games- Rhine Wrasse and Achilles Martinez!" He then asks both of them to shake hands, which they both do reluctantly. Then he escorts them off of the stage and into the Justice Building. I turn to Mags and can't help but notice a small smile crack on her lips.
"I think we have some interesting tributes this year," she states soft and sweet.
"I couldn't agree more." Maybe District 4 can be the first District to produce three victors. We'll just have to wait and see…
Victor of the 11th Hunger Games
POV: Danielle Roker
4 years. That's how long I've lived like this. I've been forced to mentor tributes for 4 long years and every year I've watched them die a horrible and painful death, usually seeing them die in the bloodbath. It pains me to even think about their deaths, it makes my stomach do somersaults. I can't live with myself knowing that I can't save one of them. Not one has come home to me. I watch every single last one of them die. But I guess I can't complain too much. Poor Azalea from District 6 has been mentoring since the 2nd Hunger Games and she hasn't been able to bring home one person yet either.
The pale sunlight comes through the glass window illuminating the rather dark and dreary room inside the Mayor's home. It would almost make me happy seeing the sunlight come through the window but it reminds me all too much of my Games.
My arena was a giant mansion with twists and turns and mutts in every room. It made me scream and cry so much that I could never look at another sunlight the same way. The sunlight coming through this window reminds me of the sunlight coming through the arena's windows, and I force myself to look away before I have another breakdown. I can still remember the breakdown I had last year at the reapings watching as a younger male came up the stairs crying with tears streaming down his face. The thing that made me cry though was that he looked like my district partner that I inadvertently murdered with my poisons. My mastermind never calculated that he would eat the food covered in the poisons. I didn't even stay to wait with him while he went. I left him there to die because I was too scared to look at him after I had accidentally poisoned him. That night when I saw his face in the sky I sobbed for hours on end. I couldn't stop crying and I never did until I realized that crying wouldn't help me win, moving on would.
The same flashback of him dying from my poisons as I walked away from his writhing body plays over and over in my mind. It makes me sick just thinking about him and how I killed him. Everyone always tells me that it wasn't my fault; that I didn't mean to kill him and I shouldn't feel guilty. But somehow I always feel guilty, and I don't think that guilt will ever go away for as long as I live, however long that maybe.
"Ms. Roker, how are you doing this morning?" I twirl around to see who asked the question, and when I find the mayor's son standing there I can't help but smile.
"I've told you a thousand times Dylan, call me Danielle," I say and envelop him in a hug. Dylan has been helping me get better throughout my time after my victory. Being that he's the Mayor's son we don't spend a lot of time together because of all his duties he must perform, but the time that we do get to spend together is magical. He is the rock that has kept me from turning to drugs or alcohol to wallow my sorrows in. I can't be more grateful of him.
"Alright. Danielle, how are you doing this morning?" he asks in a more mocking tone. I lightly punch him on the shoulder for the way he was mocking me and we both burst out into a fit of laughter.
"I'm good Dylan. Just a little worried about what tributes will be reaped this year. I don't want to have another outburst like last year."
"I'm sure you'll get a good set of tributes this year Danielle."
"I sure hope so. If I don't I might just go insane." After I state this the Mayor comes over and taps Dylan on the shoulder, whispering something into his year.
"Well, Dad wants me to get ready to go onto the stage with him. I'll see you out there Danielle," Dylan says. I quickly hug him and watch him as he goes, his bleach blonde hair bounding up and down as he walks.
Just as he gets in place next to his dad, one of the peacekeepers asks to everyone if they are ready to start the ceremony. Everyone back stage nods in unison and he opens the double doors to the stage. The bright lights immediately flood the whole room that we were previously in, momentarily blinding me from seeing the crowd of District 5 citizens. When I finally regain my vision, I begin to walk out onto the stage, being careful not to trip on my dress or trip over my own feet. I don't want to draw attention to myself like last year.
I spot the lone chair on the right side of the stage and walk over to it, plopping myself on the soft surface and staring out into the crowd of people. I can see the look of worry on everyone's faces, hoping that it is not them or one of their loved ones that are reaped. I can remember myself being in that same position, praying that it wouldn't be me or any of my friends. Obviously we all know how that turned out for me.
With me zoning out about my reaping ceremony I almost miss the entire Treaty of Treason and the Mayor's speech. The Mayor begins to walk off to the left side of the stage and he sits down to the right of Dylan. Dylan turns towards me and smiles and shows me his crossed fingers, a good luck symbol for me and my tributes that are soon to be reaped.
"District 5- are you ready to find out what wonderful people will be representing your lovely district in the 16th Annual Hunger Games?" asks the escort cheerfully. When she gets silence in response she seems to deflate a little bit, but she doesn't lose the bound in her step as she walks over to the female reaping bowl. She dips her pale, white hand into the bowl and plucks a slip out from the bottom of the bowl. With the silence in the square you can hear the click of her high heels as she walks back over to the microphone with the paper slip. She carefully opens up the paper slip with her long fingers and smiles wide before reading the name allowed.
"Naomi Cathus!" When the name is called I can immediately see the girls heads turning and twisting, trying to get a glimpse of who the tribute is. Finally I hear a cry from the 12 year old section and I see a girl with bright blonde hair crying and walking down the aisle to get to the stage. When she finally makes it to the stage another girl runs out of the 17-year old section and screams that she volunteers. She then proceeds to hug the small little girl and walks up the stage.
"Well, District 5 let's give it up for your first ever volunteer!" shouts the escort. She begins to clap on her own, hoping to get a response from the crowd but not a single soul does anything. Instead, they raise the arm up and point out three fingers, a symbol for the lower districts that means good luck and goodbye. I can't help but admire this girl for volunteering for someone that she probably doesn't even know.
"And what is your name girlie?" asks the escort in her shrill, high-pitched voice.
"Mia Energia Cortez," she whispers into the microphone, and even I have to strain my ears to hear her name and I am barely ten feet away from her. The most striking feature about the girl though is her silver eye. That's right- eye. The right eye is covered by a black leather patch blocking that eye from the world. Why she needs that is a mystery to me, but I assume the Capitol will expose it as soon as they get the chance. Mia has long, curly ginger hair that stretches to about her waist. Bright ginger bangs cover her forehead and brush against the one eye that is not covered by an eye patch. She looks to be about average weight but she's on the smaller side, standing probably at 5'4 or 5'5. She has a pale complexion, and has freckles scattered over her face. All in all she could pull in a few sponsors- hopefully.
"And now, for the boys." Once again the escorts unnaturally high heels click against the stone stage floor as she walks over to the blue tinted reaping bowl. Just like for the girls she plucks a slip from the bottom and walks back over to the microphone at center stage.
"Coeus Rochet." I can hear a small screech from the 15-year old section and sure enough, a small blonde boy is whimpering as he walks out into the aisle. His blonde hair is neatly combed back probably with the help of some gel as well. He has a very pale complexion and as he walks up the stage I can see his wide, dark blue eyes wide with fright and fear. I feel for the kid, for I was the same way when I was reaped- scared and alone. He is taller than Mia, probably 5'6 or 5'7 and he seems to be of average weight for his age. There's nothing that special about him, but maybe we can sell the cute child look to get some sponsors for him.
"District 5- I present to you your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games: Mia Energia Cortez and Coeus Rochet!" She asks them to shake hands and they oblige, shaking hands quickly before turning away from each other and walking down the steps of the stage to go to the Justice Building.
As they walk into the Justice Building I can't help but to think the girl has a stronger chance than the boy. Being a volunteer there must have been some driving force behind her, besides the fact that there was a 12-year old reaped. The boy, well, that's another story. If we can sell the scared, cute kid he might have a chance. But overall, I'm not disappointed with the tributes this year- just not overly excited about them either.
Victor of the 1st Hunger Games
POV: Azalea Storm
The horn blares throughout the district, snapping me out of my daydream (or should I say nightmare) about my Games. The horn is signaling everyone in the district that the reapings for the Hunger Games are going to be starting in a few minutes, and that everyone should get to the square immediately. I can remember when that horn blared for the first time, all those years ago where my whole life would change forever.
Getting reaped for the very 1st Hunger Games was a shock to say the least. The only upside to it was that there weren't any careers back then. None of the districts knew what to do or how to prepare their citizens for the Games, so that was the only good thing. Nobody had an advantage in my Games. Everyone just did what they had to do to survive, and I came out on top ultimately.
However, mentoring for 14 years now and not being able to bring home a single tribute is embarrassing and disappointing. I've been the person that's been mentoring the longest and I haven't been able to bring home one single person yet. It's terrible that every year I watch all of them die, knowing that I tried my hardest to get them back but I can never get them back fully. I hate seeing people that have been mentoring tributes for a shorter amount of time compared to me bring home somebody that didn't even deserve it, namely the career mentors.
I suppose it could be worse though. District 8 and 12 don't even have a victor yet which is very depressing. Each year I go to the mentoring room and I always see their stations empty and the screens blank because nobody from there has managed to make it back alive. I mean, I guess I should've been used to it because when I first started mentoring every other station was black and lifeless except for mine, but still it's sad to see their stations blank. I especially feel sorry for the tributes from there because they have nobody there to help them along the way; nobody there for them to look up to and to go to for advice.
"Ms. Storm, are you ready to go out on stage for the reapings?" asks one of the peacekeepers in the room. Honestly, no I'm not ready to go out and see two innocent kids get reaped and most likely watch them die on national television. But of course I really don't have a choice in the matter so I just nod and smile.
"Yes, I'm ready."
The peacekeeper then proceeds to open the doors to the stage and I walk out, not even bothered by the bright lights that greet me every year when I walk out onto that stage. The Mayor and his happy family follow behind me and then take their seat on the left side of the stage, while I take my seat on the right side of the stage and try and act as happy as possible.
The Mayor gets up from his seat and begins to read the Treaty of Treason, but as I do every year I zone out and try to tune out what he is saying. When he finishes with his little speech and the Treaty of Treason he walks back to his seat with his family and lets the escort take over the rest of the ceremony.
The escort comes bounding out of the double doors and begins to walk towards the microphone.
"Good morning District 6!" he screams. I assume he was hoping for a good response from the crowd but as per usual, he gets none. However, it doesn't even faze him as he struts on over to the reaping bowls for the girls and then plucks his little hand into the bowl and rips out a piece of paper. He walks back over to center stage and begins to read the name aloud.
"Cordelia Evans, come on down!"
Immediately there is a scuffle in the 17-year old section and I can see fists flying everywhere. One girl stands out from the rest (the one I presume to be reaped) by slapping girls in her section that are in her way to the aisle to walk up to the stage. She kicks up the dirt and the rocks that are in the aisle. She then proceeds to walk up to the stage and stand next to the escort. The escort sends a look of worry my way as if pleading for my help but there is no way in hell I am helping him. Cordelia is very short, probably 5'4 or 5'5 and she has long straight ginger hair. She has freckles splattered all over her face. She has a very bony structure, and she seems very frail and weak. But her personality if the best.
"Do you have anything you want to say darling?" he asks, politely I might add. She turns her head and slaps him right across the face. The escort's head snaps in the opposite way from Cordelia and the whole square bursts into a fit of laughter. I'll admit, I have to keep myself from laughing as well because it was quite funny to watch. The peacekeepers come up from behind her and drag her behind towards the double doors. The peacekeepers proceed to hold her by her arms so that she can't do anymore acts on the escort.
The escort has a bright red hand mark on his previously unmarked pale face, and as he is rubbing it to try and numb the pain he walks over to the next reaping bowl and dips his hand back in. He takes another piece of paper out of it and walks back to center stage. With the hand that is not rubbing his face, he opens the slip and reads the name aloud into the microphone.
"Lucas Byke, please come on down."
There's a small little gasp from the 16 year old section and then mumbling begins to occur from the person that gasped. I have no idea what he is saying because I am too far away to hear what he is exactly saying, but I can tell that he is muttering something. He doesn't move to get to the stage so peacekeepers have to drag him away from his section. As the peacekeepers drag him up the stairs to the escort and Cordelia I can hear that he is mumbling about an engine of some sort and how he doesn't want to leave behind his life. Too bad kid, I had to leave behind my life to and survive; now it's your turn.
Lucas is actually on the taller side for his age, probably standing at 5'9 or 5'10. He is very light and seems to be thinner than most people from this district, which could be an advantage for him since he doesn't eat that much; he won't go hungry in the arena quickly. He has inky black hair that flows down his head coming to the back of his neck and covering his ears. He seems to have wide, light blue, animated eyes that seem to scream shocked and scared, yet his body language is him trying to feign confidence and that he knows what he is doing. In a strange way, I feel for the kid and admire him for trying to feign confidence for his district, his family and friends, and probably for himself.
"District 6, I give you your tributes for the 16th Annual Hunger Games- Cordelia Evans and Lucas Byke!" They don't shake hands because of Cordelia being held by the Peacekeepers so the escort just escorts all of them away to the Justice Building.
When they walk away, I can't help but think that we have some interesting personalities this year. One isn't afraid to be herself and be mad at the world, and the other likes to feign confidence yet act insane as well. Overall, I wonder how well these two firecrackers will do this year. Maybe this year is finally the year I can bring someone home so that I am no longer alone.
A/N: I am so sorry for the super late update. I feel really bad that it took this long but I had a lot of stuff going on in my life and I just never got around to finishing this chapter. I have now set a schedule for myself and that is to update every Sunday from now on, minus this Sunday since I am updating today.
Okay, so anyway I tried really hard to bring out these characters personalities from just a reaping so if the creators could tell me how I did that would be great.
After every chapter, I will ask a question or two that I would love for you guys to answer, and please comment on my writing in general, it would be great to hear what you think of it!
Just from a reaping, which tributes stand out to you?
What district do you think looks the strongest overall this year so far?
When choosing deaths, some of it is based off of the reviews that I receive. Not all deaths will be based on reviews alone, but it does impact my decision on how long I decide to keep your tribute alive. Different story arcs also determine how long they live, as well as if I can see a future for your tribute after this story is over. And if your tribute dies, I would hope that you would stick with this story but if you don't, I understand.
Okay, so I really hope you liked this chapter and I'm so sorry for how long it took to get this chapter out! I promise I won't let it get this out of hand again!