Here is the Reaping for District 1. I hope te enjoy it and please leave your thoughts about the tributes. Happy Leggere :)
District One Reaping:
The gleaming yellow sun illuminates the dreary grey morning.
Birds streak the sky as white clouds part way to the beautiful blue. Tall buildings soar and the air smells of faint perfume. People dressed in bejeweled coats, fluffy dresses and Suits made of fine silk walk along the cracked, granite sidewalk. Desperate attention-seekers quickly adjust their makeup while eager Hunger Games fan roar and cheer in celebration of Reaping Day.
Welcome to District One, home of luxuries.
The Town Square, large and mighty with towering buildings and grey factories all that produce the finest Capitol goods is crowded with the people of District One. Hordes and hordes of people line in, checking in with their Peacekeepers, walking into their age group-classified areas. Young, meager twelve-year-olds who are at their first Reaping stand idly, hands sweating from anxiety, throat dry from nervousness as they soundlessly prepare for what may be the last time they see their family. Eager, bloodthirsty eighteen-year-olds, who have prepared for a lifetime for this, roar and cheer and commute with their fellow candidates, hungering for blood as they await the drawing. Desperate parents attempt to reassure several broken candidates, baciare and hugging their young.
Today is the day.
The loud chatter of the crowd dissipates as the mayor- a tall, weedy man named Amos, - steps onto the stage followed da a woman bathed in silver.
Yes, literally silver.
Her skin has been dyed a shimmering shade of the brightest silver and faintly glows in the morning sunlight. Her short, spiky bond hair has been slicked to perfection and is piled on superiore, in alto of her head. Clothed in a skin-tight white corpetto with silver beads embedded on the torso and a shock of black make-up on her face, the woman beams brightly at the crowd, ignoring the catcalls and boo's.
The mayor welcomes District One and begins to read the history of Panem and how a country rose from its ashes.
He concludes the speech da saying, "And let it be known how grateful we are da offering new blood for a new age."
The crowd roars in approval, several shouting for him to hurry up.
Mayor Amos that proceeds to name all twenty-one victors of District One and introduces this year's mentors:
"I am pleased to present Crystal Moriarty and Gloss Di Vinci, both victors of the Hunger Games."
Immediately, the crowd lets forth a great cheer as a young woman, no younger than eighteen at the most, bounds up on to the stage with her flowing brown hair flying in the wind followed da a large, blond man, grunting in approval of the crowd's cheers. They both take their seats behind the mayor who then introduces the silver lady.
"Now to escort our new tributes and determine who they shall be, please welcome Sylvia Trout."
The silver lady steps inoltrare, avanti and nods at the mayor before proceeding to the two large glass balls containing thousands and thousands of carefully-written paper slips.
"Happy Hunger Games to all of District One!" she croons in a shrill Capitol-accented voice.
The crowd responds with a meager cheer, thirsting for her to pick a slip. After several minuti of pointless musings about the weather, Sylvia announces that she will pick a name.
"Let's begin with the ladies this year!" she says and hobbles over to the large reaping ball that is filled to the brim with little white papers. She plunges her hand deep into the ball. After several minuti of groping, Sylvia withdraws her hand, with a paper slip clutched tightly in her fingers.
The crowd draws in a sharp breath.
Sylvia clears her throat, carefully unfolds the paper and reads, loud and clear:
"Mercedes Horowitz."
Immediately a loud shriek goes from the crowd, followed da manic sobbing. The crowd parts to mostra a young girl, probably twelve, lying on the floor clutching her two long ebony braids muttering, "No, no, no…"
Sylvia clears her throat once more, "Mercedes Horowitz, please step inoltrare, avanti if te would."
The girl doesn't budge.
After two minutes, the crowd begins to feel infuriated and begins shouting and screaming obscenities at the girl sobbing on the floor. Peacekeepers are already making their way from their posts, armed with pistole for persuasion.
"I volunteer!"
The crowd suddenly goes silent. Even Mercedes ceases her sobbing though she violently rocks on the ground.
A young girl with flowing blonde hair so bright it's almost white and green eyes steps inoltrare, avanti from the crowd. She is dressed in a loose black dress that clings onto her, emphasizing her envious curves.
"I volunteer as tribute!" she repeats once again. The crowd then responds with cheers and whoops of encouragement.
Sylvia collects herself just in time, "Well in that case, Mercedes Horowitz it seems to be your lucky day! Please step forward, Ribelle - The Brave girl!"
The blonde runs up to stage. When she reaches it, she blows a baciare to the audience and smiles smugly as if she volunteered in life-or-death competitions every day.
"What's your name, girl?" asks Sylvia.
The girl smiles and risposte in a cool, confident voice, "Emerald la Vette."
Sylvia laughs, "Didn't want the puny ones to get the glory, eh? Please give it up for District One tribute, smeraldo la Vette!"
The crowd cheers and stomp their feet in approval of this new tribute.
When the cheering has ceased, Sylvia bounds over to the reaping ball for boys and immediately plunges her had in. She pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it.
"Dominic Volkstoff!"
Emerald's eyes widen in shock but she quickly converts to a smug grin. A young eighteen-year-old man, roaring and shouting with his friends, bounds up to stage. He has closely-cropped blonde hair and a strong build. He raises his arms and shouts, "Victory for One!"
The cheers and applause of the crowd are deafening.
"Well that's that! Please shake hands, tributes," instructs Sylvia.
smeraldo and Dominic both place their palms in another's. As they shake, the unmistakable shimmer in their eyes is hard to miss. They release and stand towards the crowd.
"Please give it up for your District One tributes: smeraldo la Vette and Dominic Volkstoff!"
The crowd roars.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Emerald's Goodbye
The queue for Emerald's room is not long.
Her family, consisting of her mother, brother, cousin and aunt burst into the room, rambling about how proud they are.
"A prestigious honor! We are beyond proud!"
"Let the blood of the other tributes stain yours!"
"Pathetic wimps of a tribute won't stand a chance against you, my beauty!"
"You will win, won't you, cousin?"
That statement, from little ten-year-old Glimmer, catches smeraldo off-guard. smeraldo was never one for children (she considered them irritating vermin) In fact; everything that isn't pretty is vermin to Emerald. Like scum from other Districts for instance.
smeraldo grins and looks into the eyes of her cousin who shares the same color.
"Of course I will, Glimmer."
When the Peacekeepers Usher her family out of the room, smeraldo is allowed several moments to herself.
Her hands brush the smooth velvet of the divano she resides on. Oh what an honor it is to compete in the Games, she thinks to herself. She has trained so long for this. Just seventeen and eager for blood… ha, well whoever detto te have to be sane to play the Games?
Emerald's strategy is simple: Kill those who get in her way and win.
Looks can be deadly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dominic's Farewell
There is no family to say goodbye to Dominic except for his brother.
His brother, Romanov, is big and beefy, nineteen years old. He bounds over to Dominic and immediately starts telling him on the best way to kill tributes.
"Hunt at night, fresh blood on a fresh giorno will help your motivation."
"Don't hesitate picking off the little ones. They're the pickiest."
"Foes are to be disposed. I suggest a violent ending for your enemies. A even più for your allies."
It continues until his three minuti are up when he gives Dominic a big slap on his shoulder and says, "Live longer, bro," and leaves.
Dominic doesn't want to be respected. He wants to be feared. He wants to be the one to kill. The one to target. The one to win.
He cracks his knuckles menacingly as the Peacekeepers lead him and smeraldo to the train.
Just as he is taken onboard, only one thought crosses his mind.
Let's get this party started.
I apologize for the farewells being so short but you'll get to know più about the Tributes in the Interviews. And yes, Glimmer is the Glimmer from THG. I hope te enjoyed this, tell me what te think. Please comment: it doesn't take longer than a minute. Thank te for Leggere :) District 2 Reaping should be up in three to seven days. Please tell me what te think :D Suggestions and constructive criticism are/is appreciated.
District One Reaping:
The gleaming yellow sun illuminates the dreary grey morning.
Birds streak the sky as white clouds part way to the beautiful blue. Tall buildings soar and the air smells of faint perfume. People dressed in bejeweled coats, fluffy dresses and Suits made of fine silk walk along the cracked, granite sidewalk. Desperate attention-seekers quickly adjust their makeup while eager Hunger Games fan roar and cheer in celebration of Reaping Day.
Welcome to District One, home of luxuries.
The Town Square, large and mighty with towering buildings and grey factories all that produce the finest Capitol goods is crowded with the people of District One. Hordes and hordes of people line in, checking in with their Peacekeepers, walking into their age group-classified areas. Young, meager twelve-year-olds who are at their first Reaping stand idly, hands sweating from anxiety, throat dry from nervousness as they soundlessly prepare for what may be the last time they see their family. Eager, bloodthirsty eighteen-year-olds, who have prepared for a lifetime for this, roar and cheer and commute with their fellow candidates, hungering for blood as they await the drawing. Desperate parents attempt to reassure several broken candidates, baciare and hugging their young.
Today is the day.
The loud chatter of the crowd dissipates as the mayor- a tall, weedy man named Amos, - steps onto the stage followed da a woman bathed in silver.
Yes, literally silver.
Her skin has been dyed a shimmering shade of the brightest silver and faintly glows in the morning sunlight. Her short, spiky bond hair has been slicked to perfection and is piled on superiore, in alto of her head. Clothed in a skin-tight white corpetto with silver beads embedded on the torso and a shock of black make-up on her face, the woman beams brightly at the crowd, ignoring the catcalls and boo's.
The mayor welcomes District One and begins to read the history of Panem and how a country rose from its ashes.
He concludes the speech da saying, "And let it be known how grateful we are da offering new blood for a new age."
The crowd roars in approval, several shouting for him to hurry up.
Mayor Amos that proceeds to name all twenty-one victors of District One and introduces this year's mentors:
"I am pleased to present Crystal Moriarty and Gloss Di Vinci, both victors of the Hunger Games."
Immediately, the crowd lets forth a great cheer as a young woman, no younger than eighteen at the most, bounds up on to the stage with her flowing brown hair flying in the wind followed da a large, blond man, grunting in approval of the crowd's cheers. They both take their seats behind the mayor who then introduces the silver lady.
"Now to escort our new tributes and determine who they shall be, please welcome Sylvia Trout."
The silver lady steps inoltrare, avanti and nods at the mayor before proceeding to the two large glass balls containing thousands and thousands of carefully-written paper slips.
"Happy Hunger Games to all of District One!" she croons in a shrill Capitol-accented voice.
The crowd responds with a meager cheer, thirsting for her to pick a slip. After several minuti of pointless musings about the weather, Sylvia announces that she will pick a name.
"Let's begin with the ladies this year!" she says and hobbles over to the large reaping ball that is filled to the brim with little white papers. She plunges her hand deep into the ball. After several minuti of groping, Sylvia withdraws her hand, with a paper slip clutched tightly in her fingers.
The crowd draws in a sharp breath.
Sylvia clears her throat, carefully unfolds the paper and reads, loud and clear:
"Mercedes Horowitz."
Immediately a loud shriek goes from the crowd, followed da manic sobbing. The crowd parts to mostra a young girl, probably twelve, lying on the floor clutching her two long ebony braids muttering, "No, no, no…"
Sylvia clears her throat once more, "Mercedes Horowitz, please step inoltrare, avanti if te would."
The girl doesn't budge.
After two minutes, the crowd begins to feel infuriated and begins shouting and screaming obscenities at the girl sobbing on the floor. Peacekeepers are already making their way from their posts, armed with pistole for persuasion.
"I volunteer!"
The crowd suddenly goes silent. Even Mercedes ceases her sobbing though she violently rocks on the ground.
A young girl with flowing blonde hair so bright it's almost white and green eyes steps inoltrare, avanti from the crowd. She is dressed in a loose black dress that clings onto her, emphasizing her envious curves.
"I volunteer as tribute!" she repeats once again. The crowd then responds with cheers and whoops of encouragement.
Sylvia collects herself just in time, "Well in that case, Mercedes Horowitz it seems to be your lucky day! Please step forward, Ribelle - The Brave girl!"
The blonde runs up to stage. When she reaches it, she blows a baciare to the audience and smiles smugly as if she volunteered in life-or-death competitions every day.
"What's your name, girl?" asks Sylvia.
The girl smiles and risposte in a cool, confident voice, "Emerald la Vette."
Sylvia laughs, "Didn't want the puny ones to get the glory, eh? Please give it up for District One tribute, smeraldo la Vette!"
The crowd cheers and stomp their feet in approval of this new tribute.
When the cheering has ceased, Sylvia bounds over to the reaping ball for boys and immediately plunges her had in. She pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it.
"Dominic Volkstoff!"
Emerald's eyes widen in shock but she quickly converts to a smug grin. A young eighteen-year-old man, roaring and shouting with his friends, bounds up to stage. He has closely-cropped blonde hair and a strong build. He raises his arms and shouts, "Victory for One!"
The cheers and applause of the crowd are deafening.
"Well that's that! Please shake hands, tributes," instructs Sylvia.
smeraldo and Dominic both place their palms in another's. As they shake, the unmistakable shimmer in their eyes is hard to miss. They release and stand towards the crowd.
"Please give it up for your District One tributes: smeraldo la Vette and Dominic Volkstoff!"
The crowd roars.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Emerald's Goodbye
The queue for Emerald's room is not long.
Her family, consisting of her mother, brother, cousin and aunt burst into the room, rambling about how proud they are.
"A prestigious honor! We are beyond proud!"
"Let the blood of the other tributes stain yours!"
"Pathetic wimps of a tribute won't stand a chance against you, my beauty!"
"You will win, won't you, cousin?"
That statement, from little ten-year-old Glimmer, catches smeraldo off-guard. smeraldo was never one for children (she considered them irritating vermin) In fact; everything that isn't pretty is vermin to Emerald. Like scum from other Districts for instance.
smeraldo grins and looks into the eyes of her cousin who shares the same color.
"Of course I will, Glimmer."
When the Peacekeepers Usher her family out of the room, smeraldo is allowed several moments to herself.
Her hands brush the smooth velvet of the divano she resides on. Oh what an honor it is to compete in the Games, she thinks to herself. She has trained so long for this. Just seventeen and eager for blood… ha, well whoever detto te have to be sane to play the Games?
Emerald's strategy is simple: Kill those who get in her way and win.
Looks can be deadly.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Dominic's Farewell
There is no family to say goodbye to Dominic except for his brother.
His brother, Romanov, is big and beefy, nineteen years old. He bounds over to Dominic and immediately starts telling him on the best way to kill tributes.
"Hunt at night, fresh blood on a fresh giorno will help your motivation."
"Don't hesitate picking off the little ones. They're the pickiest."
"Foes are to be disposed. I suggest a violent ending for your enemies. A even più for your allies."
It continues until his three minuti are up when he gives Dominic a big slap on his shoulder and says, "Live longer, bro," and leaves.
Dominic doesn't want to be respected. He wants to be feared. He wants to be the one to kill. The one to target. The one to win.
He cracks his knuckles menacingly as the Peacekeepers lead him and smeraldo to the train.
Just as he is taken onboard, only one thought crosses his mind.
Let's get this party started.
I apologize for the farewells being so short but you'll get to know più about the Tributes in the Interviews. And yes, Glimmer is the Glimmer from THG. I hope te enjoyed this, tell me what te think. Please comment: it doesn't take longer than a minute. Thank te for Leggere :) District 2 Reaping should be up in three to seven days. Please tell me what te think :D Suggestions and constructive criticism are/is appreciated.
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