User blog comment:JWW/The Victor Games/@comment-4951814-20120708191850/@comment-4951814-20120708193001

D3 Reaping:

Well, here I am again, 25 years later. Yeah, I reaped the people for the last Quarter Quell. I think.... Anyways, here I am again, literally blending in with the scenery in District 3. Yes, I am grey... Yes, Grayson is my name... Don't laugh or I'll come to your house and cut you. Anyways, I tap the microphone and people are trying to look for me. My golden eyes flash and every eye in the District is glued on the freaking floating eyes. They're attatched to my body, but you can't see my body, as I have stated, I am blending in. "Welcome people of Distritc Three, to another, amazing Hunger Games!" I hear some murmurs of disconsent and grumble, "If only you stupid people would realize it..." I walk to the female's reaping bowl and pluck out a name. "Aria Livingstne.... Sorry, Aria Livingstone. My apologies, miss." Aria glares at me as she stomps onstage and I pluck a boy's name. I don't recognize it, so maybe it was the one that I had reaped the night of that party. Let me tell you, we Capitol people really know how to party! Wait, you wern't supposed to know that. Well, let's hope that by the end of these Hunger Games I'll still be alive... so, Toodles!!!!!