Hey, people! Thanks to all the submitters, it made me really happy. And, for this chapter, thanks to Zephyrme for submitting the male tribute, and Nrrrd-Grrrl-Meg for submitting the female tribute. Okay, everyone, I am quite aware that a lot of my tributes are missing parents, have lost friends or siblings to the Games, have mean parents, or are orphans. So no flames on that saying that I shouldn't have accepted all those tributes, because all of the tributes that I got are very good. This is the District Three reapings (obviously...) but this SYOT is still open! I have just ONE spot left! Yay!
District Twelve male
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District Three - Alliance of Three
Isosceles Circle Jr.'s POV
"You look very nice," says my snobbish sister, Emily, as I stare disdainfully into the mirror. "But not nearly as nice as I do." She tosses her blond hair like it's so much better than having brown hair. "No wonder I'm married. You'll probably never get married."
I glare back at my reflection in the mirror. Neatly combed brown hair, green eyes under my glasses, and my stupid reaping outfit of jeans, old brown hiking boots, and a red-and-green striped shirt. "You don't need to look good today," I snap. "You're out of the reaping. And besides, you never look good in the first place." She scowls at me, pouting a bit. She acts like a little kid when someone insults her looks, since she's under the impression that she is stunningly beautiful. When really, the only thing abnormal about her is her blond hair.
I walk into the kitchen. "Do I look all right, Mom?" I ask, a bit nervously. She isn't really that picky, but I can't exactly ask my father. My father was a rebel, and the Peacekeepers managed to catch him. And they sentenced him to a public whipping in front of the whole district, and he died. It makes me mad just thinking about it. Besides, it most likely increased the number of votes I got for being a tribute in the Quarter Quell. A lot of the richest people hate me, because usually, rich people support the Capitol because the Capitol helped them get their wealth.
My mother smiles, her green eyes sparkling. "You look fine, son," she says kindly. "Now, we've got to get to the reaping. Dmitri already went earlier." Dmitri, my brother. Of course, he always seems to be a little earlier than the rest of us. "Aren't you going to meet Randy and go to the reaping together?" I nod. Randy is my best friend. We always end up pranking the school bullies whenever they insult us, and no one's caught us yet. Of course, I have to ask him to repeat a lot of what he says, since he talks like he has a time limit for each sentence.
I nod and go outside, shutting the door carefully, and walk quickly down the sidewalk. I was almost late for the reaping last year, and I don't want to be late again. I'm turning a corner onto a different street when my friend almost runs into me. "Slow down!" I say, smiling for a second. Randy's panting like he's ran a long way, his red hair rumpled and his neatly ironed pants wrinkled with a few grass stains like he fell down. His face is flushed, making his freckles seem less obvious.
"Hey!" he says. "GuesswhatIjustsawtheCapitolpersonwho'sgoingtobeat thereapingandIheardhersaythatherhairwasfake!" he says all in one breath, grinning.
That's the thing about Randy. He talks extremely fast. "What?" I say. He starts to repeat it as we walk, but I hold up a hand. "Okay, never mind, never mind."
He turns to look at me. "Wow, what's got you pissed off?" he asks. "Look, you probably haven't got the most votes. We're both only fourteen. They're probably going to vote in the older ones."
I nod as we keep walking, but I don't really believe what he says.
Helix ("X") Aperture's POV
"Helix!" calls an elderly voice. I slam the laptop shut, swearing under my breath. "Time to get to the reaping!" One of the old community home supervisor women comes into my room and sees me. My dark red hair is still messed up from sleeping, and I'm wearing a brown skirt, running shoes, and a plain-looking red shirt that clashes with my dark green eyes and pale, freckled skin. No wonder she's horrified, but I don't give a fuck.
"I am ready for the reaping!" I say with a sarcastic grin. "Don't you love my outfit?" I twirl, letting the skirt flare out. The old woman looks disapproving at first, and then laughs. "Give me a minute, and I'll be there."
As soon as she leaves, I finish sending a virus to one of the Capitol's best systems. The screen reads: VIRUS SENT. I grin, but only for a second. My old best friend, Glitch Dodge, taught me how to hack computers. See, when I was two years old, I was alone and orphaned, wandering the streets, starving. An elderly couple, Micro and Wyres Aperture, found me and took me in and named me Helix, after their rebel son who had died. But they were old, so they both died within weeks of each other when I was eight. They were like family to me. But I got sent to the community home. That's when I met Glitch. He was like a brother to me. He taught me how to hack computers and send viruses to Capitol computers. But two years ago, he got reaped. And he made it to the finale, but the boy from District Six killed him.
I stop reminiscing and stand up again. Time to go to the reaping.
Once I get to the square, the chaperone is about to announce the girl. I go with the other sixteen-year-olds like I've been here all along. The Capitol lady is grinning at everyone. "Now, everyone, for the girl tribute!" My heart pounds. It sure as hell is going to be me. The Capitol knows that I'm the one that hacks their systems, since I tend to screw up when I'm angry and get sloppy. And sure enough, she squeals, "Helix Aperture!"
I step up to the stage, not hesitating. It'd be one thing if I was surprised, but I'm not. So I can still look pretty confident. Then she calls the male tribute, after the whole district applauds, and even that sounds fake. I'm hoping that the boy tribute isn't my friend, Lyte Sparks. I don't need another Glitch. Not now. "Now for the boy! And we have... Isosceles Circle Jr.!"
I sigh quietly in relief. A boy comes up to the stage after a few seconds, looking purely shocked. I guess he wasn't expecting it as much as me. Maybe he was dreading it. I think I recognize the name. Oh, yeah, Jr. His father must have been the guy who got whipped to death. But I bet that he won't be the victor. I can't afford to consider how strong my opponents are, because that'll just take away from my confidence.
Watch out, Panem, I think. The Capitol hasn't seen the likes of me yet.
Remember, I've only got one spot left! Thanks!