User blog:Eievie/63 Hunger Games: Inter and Check on Your Tributes

Thanks everone who intered tributes. For my games, 5 will be electricity, 6 will be plastic and petroleum and 9 will be metal mining.

Plese tell me where the tributes learned their weapons. Happy Hunger Games and my the odds be ever in your (their) favor!

If anything is wrong, right down to the adjective decriping the way they said someing, PLEASE comment! I'll try to fix it! I'm just guessing what they would do! I want them to behave they way you imagine them!

Distrct 1 - 8:30
At 8 thirty the reaping starts in District 1. The people of the district gather in the large, beautiful square. Younger children splash in the fountain and teens wait, eager and tense, ready to blurt out at any second. They want to go compete in the Hunger Games, then get a large, beautiful house and lots of money to live on for the rest of their lives. When it’s time to draw the names, a Capitol escort who gives people them impression of a lemon draw a slip of paper from the girls ball, “Miki Blue”. “I volunteer,” cries a girl, followed by many other “I volunteers”s. The first girl, horrified, clamps her hand over her mouth. In District 1 many kids train their whole lives to volunteer. She didn’t have to volunteer to save her sister; many others would. But she said it first, and the rule clearly state that the first person to say it goes. The girl, Yuri Blue, came up, onto the stage. The lemon draws the boy's name, “Ben Cheen”. A chorus of “I volunteers”s fills the square. The first boy, Joo-Chan Park, climb the steps and shakes hands with Yuri.

Distrct 2 - 9:00
At 9 o’clock the Reaping continues in District 2. The square has stone floor and planters, trying to pass off as a distinct that has stone quarries only. But if you know about the Peacekeepers and you look, you can see that there are more Peacekeepers in the crowd than in any other district. An escort, whose hair is dyed and styled to resemble a cartoon rainbow, steps forward and gives an overenthusiastic, “Happy Hunger Games and my the odds be ever in your favor!!!” Your can see some of the kids in the crowed saying or mouthing the words along with him. He prances over to the girls’ ball and pulls out a slip. “Lavender Snow”. A girl in a beautiful dress walks up and stands there. “Do we have any volunteers?” Several girls begin to speak, but stop mid-word. Something about the way she is staring at the crowd makes everyone falter. “Do we have any volunteers?” the escort says again. No one says anything this time. “Ok them?” The escort is used to volunteers, and doesn’t know how to respond to this. “Killy Fann” This time, the plaza is full of calls. A boy with pale skin and black hair any eyes come up. “What’s your name?” “Xenophilius Vectorae Hectojhapois Chrysantheneman” “I’m sorry, could you repeat that” “Zee-No-FEE-Lee-Us Vect-Ore-Ay Hec-Toe-Ja-Poyz Kris-Anth-En-E-Man.” He says slowly and carefully. As a response to the blank look in the escort’s eyes, he says “Just call me Xeno”

Distrct 3 - 9:30
In District 3, no one is eager. There are no kids, who have trained there whole life to win. Wiress and Beetee, along with two others, sit onstage, providing a little bit of hope. But there are too many people, crying or almost crying. They lost a brother, a sister, a child, a friend to the Games. And it’s about to happen again. The escort seems even dumber among these solemn people. But she has a job to do: “Happy Huger Games and may the odds be ever on your favor!” The crowd grits their teeth, ready to get it over with. “Lucky Dawn.” A pale, redheaded girls stands, comes forward from the roped of 18’s section. She stands on the stage, near her brother in his chair with the other victors. She dips her hand into the boy’s ball and calls out “Digit Starr.” A woman lets out a wail, the kind when you don’t want anyone to hear. Everyone hears. Her husband tries to comfort her, but he is doing his best to not cry in the middle of the plaza. All four of their daughters died in the Games. The escort tries to carry on and finish and quickly as possible. “Do we have any volunteers?” None. The tributes shake hands and are led into the justice building.

Distrct 4 - 10:00
In District 4, the reaping is held on a pier. It’s old. It was once used commercially, but when they built the newer, longer, piers, it was given to the public. This is a career District, and many kids want to volunteer this year. The pier has that excided buzz. The escort is wearing shell jewelry in honor of the occasion. She stands on the makeshift stage and cries, “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in you favor!” She dips her hand into the ball. “Shelly Quahog.” A girl from the 16’s area walks forward with odd, limping steps. From the back, another girl runs forward. “Shelly, no! You can’t go! A girl with a bad foot would be killed! I volunteer!” “Nikki, get back! You’re too young!” Nikki runs forward, onto the stage, trying to present herself as a tribute, not a volunteer. The people onstage seem to accept this, and a Peacekeeper brings Shelly back to the 16’s section. The escort dips her hand into the boy’s ball. “Waves Blue.” From the 15 section, a boy comes. His name is barley drawn before the shouts of “I volunteer” come. The first boy comes forward. “What’s you name?” “Surf Blue.”

Distrct 5 - 10:30
In District 5, the square is nothing special. It’s a typical district square lined with shops. If you look up, you see the merchants’ apartments and if you look even higher to the west, you can see nuclear power plants. On the stage in the square, the escort is wearing a suit with a electric tie, shining off batters. He wastes no time babbling and promptly draws the girls’ name, “Kedzie Woods.” A small blond girl comes up from the 15’s area. There are anguished sounds coming from a huddle of people who resemble her: A man standing with 3 kids and the baby he is holding. Some teens about Kedzie’s age are standing, to shocked to cry, to do anything. No one volunteers around here, so the escort doesn’t bother to ask. He goes on to the boy tribute. “Talon Faust.” A strong, tall boy with sandy hair comes onto the stage. Oddly, a man resembling him, who must be his father is cheering. The people standing near him shuffle away. When Talon gets onstage, he looks at the baby Kedzie’s father is holding. Again, the escort doesn’t even ask about volunteers. Kedzie and Talon shake hands and are led into the justice building.

Distrct 6 - 11:00
Word in the Capitol is that District’s 6’s reaping is the most boring one. During the re-runs, they watch, trying to decode Talon’s odd behavior then get up, paint their nail, go to the bathroom, or get a snack, then return to the TV for District 7. There square is a normal, shop lined district square. Makeshift stage, handful of victors, overexcited escort and somber crowd. The are two kids drawn- Topaz Cytonn and William Jamesone. No one volunteers. The people of the district are glad it so “boring”. Taking children away for slaughter should not be enjoyable to watch.