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Post by Eileen on Jul 9, 2014 10:52:42 GMT -7
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 15:45:59 GMT -7
Ginny Capiteli Ginny was very excited even though she had been reassigned to district eight this year. She preferred district six, it smelled a lot better and that's saying something. As Ginny stepped off the train she wondered who her tributes would be this year. Last year it was little Amelia who made her so proud. Hopefully the new tributes this year will be as good as her baby Amelia. Maybe better. Though they wouldn't know how to do much stuff besides make clothes for themselves in the arena, everything would be OK for them! Ginny shook her head. Who was she kidding. They were going to die and she wouldn't be televised as their escort in her awesomeness. Ginny almost cried at this thought. She knew that Amelia called her shallow but she didn't really care much. Ginny walked up to the stage. She was wearing an intricate suit. It was made out of many different kinds of flowers all sown together and her hat was one large flower with purple an pink stripes. She went to the microphone and in her loud clear voice said, " Now then, let's get this exciting occasion started with!" The district citizens just started up at her, beaten up looking, Ginny has been told there had been a small uprising so be very careful. " As usual, ladies first!" She walked to a bowl on her left and reached in, " Serena Hope!" Then she reached into the other bowl, " Torrence Jameson Mason!" Girl Reaping: 1TVhs3fA1-21-2 |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 16:24:21 GMT -7
Tick tock goes the clock. The clock as the little dolls in the orphanage put their little doll suits on to go to the games where the dolls kill each other. Serena walked through the doll house orphanage before she heard the evil doll yell that it was time to go to the lottery where you can kill other dolls. Serena didn't want to kill the other dolls even though they are evil little dolls. She walked towards the big candy land square anyways. Why did they want to see red fruit punch come from the dollies anyway.
She stood in the square, crowded by other dolls all around her, it was very quite. All the dolls ligned up in a row, ready to be knocked over one by one. The doll in the flowery suit looked as if she just came out of the garden in Serena's dreams. The flowers were just like the kinds she saw all the time, growing on the dolls who lived with her in the orphanage. The flowery woman, who looked like an evil fairy started to talk.
"I Am the wicked witch and I will murder you all. First I need to find the first girly to kill."
That is how it came to Serena. She shuddered in her place in the dolls line. She didn't really understand what was going on. She started humming a song she heard before under her breath.
"Three blind mice! Three blind mice! See how they run! See how they run! They all ran after the farmer’s wife, who cuts off their tails with a carving knife! Did you ever see such a thing in your life, as three blind mice!"
"Serena Hope." Her name was called. She knew what it meant. It meant she had to make the dolls spit yucky red stuff. She didn't want to do that and so she cried as she walked up to the stage as the little soldiers all in a row took her up to the stage.
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Post by Eileen on Jul 21, 2014 17:58:04 GMT -7
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 18:28:42 GMT -7
OutfitTorr Mason, out of all the people in District Eight, was having the worst reaping week ever. He was, at first, at the Rebellion where at least a hundred people were whipped, killed, or taken away. Torr was among those hundred or so people. The boy was, at first, whipped on his stomach. Then, after physically telling the Commanding Officer around his place that he was just going to walk away. Dumb Torrence Mason shouldn't have said that. He then broke he right wrist and lost feeling in his left leg, and partially in his right. All this was credited to Arram Ventrani.
Then, the boy had to go through some dumb interrogation. When he didn't say one word, not even something such as 'no' or even a sigh. Torr stared at the ceiling. There was a sudden jerk splashed his head into some kind of liquid that got all in his mouth and eyes. By no surprise, Arram Ventrani made it happen. Blood in a bucket. He tried to get out of the blood, but Arram wouldn't let him. It was 20 seconds before the Officer finally let him go.
Ever since then, people had been carrying him to get places. Eventually, they got him crutches so people wouldn't waste all their time carrying him around. Torr got used to the crutches pretty easily. He wasn't going to use them in a couple of weeks. Hopefully, from what the doctor said (his neighbor), he would be able to walk in about a month. But, unless you specialized in needles and thread, in District Eight, you can never be sure. There weren't many doctors around in the district, and if there were, they weren't very professional.
Now Torr Mason stood in line, getting ready for the Reapings. There were four people in front of him in line for blood samples. They usually did this to make sure nobody skipped the reapings. If they did, they'd never see the end of the Games. Its probably happened to a few people, but none that Torrence knew. Three, two, one.. he was in front of the line.
He looked somewhat agitated towards this Capitalist. She seemed so normal, compared to the escorts who were full on freaks. He tried to show the palm of his hand out to the woman, which was a bit difficult. He realeased his right arm from his crutch, holding out his hand. The needle poked in his hand, and he was free to go and stand in the section for the older males. Clicking noises were made from the bottom of his crutches as he walked into dead silence. There was no talking for most, besides the crying twelve year olds. There was little noise, too. Only footsteps and slight adjustments made on screens for the Reapings. That's all the Torr could hear. Other than that.. dead.. silence.
Torr now heard whispers and little laughs coming from his right. They were talking about him, laughing about him. About all his scars. "Shut up, freaks." He said, in quite a normal tone of voice. It could probably be heard from the stage. But Torr didn't care. Everyone knew that the real freak was the devil inside of them. And probably that creepy Chuckie Doll. That thing was freaky!
A boom came from the stage. Torr licked his lips, waiting to see who was to be reaped. This escort wasted no time getting to who was reaped. She didn't even make the signal to start the video. But there she was, one of the freaks that loved watching teenagers (and crying twelve year olds) die with blood splashing all over. 'Ladies first'...
He could feel tensions brewing as a girl was reaped. Some girl named Serena. He had no idea who she was, so why would he care about someone who could die and Torr wouldn't notice. Torr wouldn't notice anyone die, unless it was blood that he caused. That was the only time he'd notice. Why notice about dumb people in the bloodbath who don't even know your name. They screw up the most. They were the best people to watch die in the Games. He was soo...
"Torrence Jameson Mason" boomed over the loud speaker. It took Torr a couple seconds to realize that he had to go up there. There was silence as the first few clicks were quiet. But as he got into the center aisle, and the peace keepers surrounded him, they were louder. Probably because of the accompany of the footsteps. All the footsteps were louder than a pair of crutches.
There was only one step up the stage, which was convenient for Torr. Less chances of him falling. And as he hopped up the step, he almost lost his balance. Luckily, a peace keeper caught him and kept him from falling. He looked up at the escort and the other girl. Torr was extremely agitated at them. Bruises and scars, scratches and cuts, and everything in between were on him. At least one of each stood on his face.
The boy stood a foot away from this other girl. She probably, from the look on her face, was sobbing. And she was, as the sense of thought and understanding came back to him. Now, it was him versus twenty-three other people. People probably more greedy, more intelligent, more worthy of winning. Torr was going to try his heart out. And hopefully, he wouldn't be spotted by Arram Ventranti. There was no use finishing what they started. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 15:03:23 GMT -7
The orphange was a buzz that morning. Violet always thought it was funny how nosiey a group of children could be in the morning. Even when not all of them were morning people in the first place. She rolled over in her bed to smile at a little girl who'd come to take her hand. Violet chuckled a little as she got up and watched the little girl run away. She looked around at the older group. The ones that knew what today was and what it meant. At least they had a few hours before they were lined up like lambs to the slaughter. She shook her head quickly as she felt the ever familiar presence of Viper. "Come on let me out to play." "Not right now. Go away everything is fine."[/color Violet shook her head and plastered a smile on her face. It was going to be the first year for a few of the others and it was her last year. She wouldn't have to go through this again which made her more than just a little happy. After all once one turned eighteen you prayed to not get chosen and once that name was called you knew you were safe. Safe from ever having to go through that type of terror anyways. Still she had other names to listen for and that was what scared her. It was her last year to protect any of them too. She wouldn't be able to do it the next year and that was why Viper was lurking around in the shadows. She needed to keep her cool for the rest of the day.
As the morning drew to a close and the afternoon dragged on they were all getting ready to head out. Violet had braided her hair down her lift side and was waiting for the others to be ready to take the walk to the square. It was going to be a long one at least for her it would be. She looked over at the boys who were just about ready as well. Her eyes landing on Rob whom hated everything in this world. She was alright with that it made her smile just to see him. And with everyone ready they headed own towards the square. She was one of the last to get her finger pricked and take her spot in line with the older group. Girls on one side and boys on the other. She tired to keep her eyes out for the little ones but it was hard with so many kids lined up in rows.
The escort came out and gave the usual speech which just made Violet roll her eyes. The video done her eyes were glued on the glass ball that was sitting there with the females names in it. They always started with that. Always....And then the name came. Her eyes went wide. No that couldn't be. No way was she going to let that happen. Or at least that's what was going through her head anyways. She made a step out of her line but the words caught in her throat. She couldn't say them. She couldn't because she was free. This meant that she was free but at the expense of one of the own. She couldn't hold it any longer and the switch in her head flipped and Viper was the one to let out a low growl as the ushered Serena and the other off towards the justice building. It was to late for anything now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 16:09:44 GMT -7
Actually, I would like Serena in. Sorry!
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