The 36th Games Reapings!

Subject: The 36th Games Reapings! Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:17 pm

"Welcome, welcome!" The District Eight escort chirped as the citizens gathered. She cast her bleached smile over the dull crowd, waiting for them to settle before continuing on. "Today, one lucky man and one lucky woman shall have the honor of participating in the 36th Hunger Games!" she paused for a cheer, "Now then, Ladies first!" The escort's voice cut off as she broke from the microphone. Her hand dipped into the bowl of names and shuffled the papers. Finally, she withdrew a name and took breath to announce. Who could it be?

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She dug her hand into the bowl and pulled out the female tribute's name, "Mirabelle Goulding!" She called out and then she dug into the male's bowl. "Callum Starc!"

Subject: Re: The 36th Games Reapings! Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:36 pm

Mirabelle Goulding

Mira didn't fancy dressing up for anything, especially for the chance to die painfully. No, she preferred reading alone over the idea of socializing any day of the week. That meant talking to people, and actually speaking, heaven forbid. Her mother dressed her up, just like every year since she turned twelve. Her dress went down to her knees in a floral pattern, and then buttoned itself up into a sort of collar thing. She didn't know, dresses hadn't been her forte. All Mirabelle did know was that her exposed skin was uncomfortable, and goosebumps had creeped up her thighs, making her colder than ever. Her dress was also uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. Mira wouldn't want to upset her mother.

As she checked in and went to stand by other girls her age, she cast a glance over the crowd. Younger girls, those about twelve or thirteen, were huddled together like penguins. The older ones stood tall and strong, those that were eighteen or seventeen. Mira, being stuck in the middle of the two, wasn't sure what to do. Should she cower in the presence of danger, or pretend to be braver than it?

Contemplating her question, the girl almost forgot they were starting the reaping. She straightened up the best she could and put on a weak smile. It wouldn't be here, the odds were against it. Closing her blue eyes, the girl waited for the name to be called. Mirabelle froze. Was that name hers? The girl blinked up, her mind racing as she received a few pushes in the direction of the stage. Her feet seemed numb, from either cold or shock. Mira then centered herself on the stage, trying to keep her mouth shut. If she had wanted to speak, she still wouldn't have. The sea of people was enough to make her speechless, more so than normal.

Cower in the presence of danger, or pretend to be braver than it? That seemed to be the question.
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