Optional Reaping Posts

[JESS]

Sometimes you just can't help yourself, and you get so carried away with a temporary character that ideas keep rolling in your head. Sometimes Reaping posts spawn from nothing and you feel like you have to post something.

Here is the place for anyone to post Reaping posts for their Beta Characters. It certainly isn't necessary at all, but like I said, sometimes ideas come from no where. So post away if you want to :)

[RACELET HOLLA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] That girl is a bad girl [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] Racelet stood, bored and fidgeting, in her pen in the square. She wasn't too worried about the reaping, perhaps dangerously casual, but then there were a reasonable amount of people raring to participate in the Games and win honour and prestige for their family. She knew because she was one of them. But not today. Racelet prided herself on her cunning and she knew that at thirteen she didn't stand a chance of touching victory. But at seventeen or eighteen, she would have considerably better odds. Their Escort, some Capitol lady with big hair and pink eyebrows mounted the stage. She was reasonably new to District 1, having previously mentored District 6, she had been bumped up to District 1 a few years ago because of an excellent performance by a brute of a boy whose name escaped Racelet. She had no idea what had happened to their previous Escort. The woman smile winningly at the adolescents assembled before her and crossed over to the girl's glass ball. Despite herself, Racelet held her breath as she waited to hear who would be fighting in the Games this year. "Racelet Holla." The Escort said in her silly accent, beaming and maybe somehow aware that she'd just ruined a girl's future. Racelet bit down hard on her bottom lip to compose her face and strode outwards confidently towards the stage. It's too soon echoed in her mind unhelpfully. But this wasn't the end, was it? There had to be plenty of older District 1 girls keen to volunteer and draw blood in the Games. Didn't there? Racelet stared out over the crowds, willing to hear the words "I volunteer.". But no one was forthcoming and the Escort was already crossing over to the boy's ball to pick out her competition. Why was no one volunteering!? She exhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a long and luxurious second. Racelet had to be strong now, if there was any chance of her making it through. [/style] tagged; reaping. words; 332. notes; -- TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[TITAN REDIN]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #ffffff;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]The reaping. Though in Titan's family, it was a day of celebration, he couldn't rejoice. He seemed to be the only person in the entire district who could see the reality of the Hunger Games. Twenty three children died each year. He couldn't understand how no one understood what was happening here. Forget the goblins he thought were in his closest when he was four; these people were the real monsters. Titan found his parents in the crowd, but they weren't looking at him. Their eyes were focused on his older brother. Being his last year to be a tribute, it was expected that Kaius would volunteer. Kaius had been trained for the games his entire life and he spent most of his time at a special training school, so Titan didn't see much of his older brother. In fact, Titan didn't know much about him aside from that he loved playing with machetes and mixing poisons. The District 2 escort walked to the stage, followed by a long applause from the crowd. Titan's hands didn't move. Instead, he tried to find Kaius. He searched and searched, but he couldn't distinguish his brother from the rest of them. That was when it hit him; they were just objects. They were indistinguishable, because at the end of the day, it didn't matter unless they won. District 2 didn't care as long as someone won. Somebody needed to change that. The woman in the tight, purple and green thing that was somehow fashion, put her hand into the bowl of slips, and all of Two went quiet. It didn't matter who was Reaped; people volunteered anyway. It was a complex system but most knew how to work it. Titan barely took notice of girl's reaping His eyes remained on his parents, whose eyes were fixed on Kaius. In their gray eyes, he didn't see anxiety or nervousness for either of their sons. They were eager to have their oldest kill or be killed. The boy tribute's name was read aloud, and the volunteering choruses began. It was chaotic as the eighteen year olds tumbled across each other to take the stage. At last, Titan could see his brother, who was grappling against a boy with blonde hair. Something in Titan's core snapped. He pushed his way past the other twelve year olds and ran to the stage. It was completely unheard of for a first year to volunteer, so he was practically invisible among the tall young men in the crowd. Somehow his father spotted him and Titan heard the bellowing voice behind him. "Titan, what the hell are you doing!?" But he was ignored. He pulled himself up to center stage and took the microphone. "I'm volunteering." Titan said in his firmest voice. All of District 2 froze to stare at the boy on the podium. He was shorter than the average ten year old and had a bowl of brown hair and many orange freckles on his face. He had no visible skills. Titan didn't need to read minds to know what they were thinking; anger was plainly written on each face. For a moment, Titan thought that they were angry for letting a young boy volunteer. But no, they were only angry because he'd stolen their last opportunity to win the games. "And there is absolutely nothing you can do to change my mind," he said, his voice echoing in the silent, heartless district. "What the hell was that?" Mr Reden bellowed in the Justice Building. This was supposed to be their goodbye, but it felt like someone was stabbing a knife in and out of his chest. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Titan asked. Dispite his earlier fearlessness, tears were sparkling in his eyes as he grasped the finality of it; he would be dead in two weeks. "Not you, bafoon! You were never supposed to do this! This is Kaius' year! How could you take that away from him?" Wiping his eyes, Titan saw Kaius sulking in the corner. The blade carved through his heart again, hating that his brother was ignoring him. He knew exactly what to do to get his attention. He had years of experience. "Well then, I'm sorry for stealing your chance to get killed," Titan mocked him. It got a reaction, all right. Before Titan could defend himself, Kaius shot up from the chair and punched him in the face. Angry tears pooled in Titan's eyes as he rubbed his aching cheek. He didn't know very much about medicine - that was 12's job - but he thought there was something wrong with his jaw. He kept his balled fists at his sides and resisted the urge to fight back. His brother was much stronger than he was, and he didn't know how far Kaius would go to make sure he was in the Games. Honestly, he wouldn't put murder past him. "This was my year! My year! Do you fucking hear me?" Kaius yelled, kicking at Titan's shins with all his might. Titan grimaced but still refused to fight him. His father looked at them, and whispered something into his mother's ear. It didn't matter how low his voice was; Titan could hear him clearly. "Look at him. He doesn't even fight back. Pathetic little thing will be dead after a minute in the arena. We should have adopted that other kid." That was enough. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Get the hell out of here!" he screamed. Using all of his limited strength, he shoved his mother toward the door. The rest of the family was stunned, but complied. His father's angry face had melted into one of disappointment as he left the room. Peacekeepers started to close the doors, but he poked his head back in. "I thought I raised you better than that, kid. Don't steal your brother's thunder, and you sure as hell don't treat your mother like that. You won't disappoint me again." The second he left, Titan burst into uncontrollable sobs. The peacekeepers came back and opened the door to a group of his friends. Taking in Titan's swolen cheek and teary eyes, they rushed to his side. They were upset too, but they'd always put his needs before theirs. They were like the rest of D12 when it came to the games, and most of them trained, but at least they still felt emotions. They asked Titan what happened, and after he explained, his only female friend Saskia asked a question of her own. "But why did you do it? You don't like the Games, and you're not skilled at anything. Why?" Saskia asked, her voice turning into a shrill wail at the end. Titan shrugged. "I don't know, I was angry at my family. I guess I was just trying to show them that it was wrong. I thought they'd care... but I guess they don't. I'm not actually related to them, anyway." Three minutes passed by in a teary blur as he said goodbye to his few friends. Before the peacekeepers could usher them out, he awkwardly hugged all of them. He wasn't usually one for affection, but he couldn't let them go without giving them a proper goodbye. "See you la-" he stumbled, the tears completely taking him over now. It was too much for a twelve year old to handle. He didn't want his last words to his friends to be a lie. "I'll see you whenever I see you." [/style]

TABLE BY CALIFORNIA DREAMING @ CAUTION 2.0

[LARISSA KALM]

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Larissa was calm as she walked to the reaping with her family. She had a large family, like a lot of other people in district 12. To be exact, she had three younger brothers and one younger sister. For her youngest brother, he was going to be safe for another couple of years but all her other siblings would be joining her this year in the reaping. Her family was poor but they survived well and seemed to always manage to have enough to eat. She's eaten quite well that morning and she felt strong and ready for her very last reaping. Being eighteen was the best feeling. Once the day was over, she would be able to celebrate that she had never had her name called out for the reaping. She doubted very much that it would be called out today, the thought hardly found its way into her mind. She was confident and ready to party with her family that night, with all of her siblings and both of her parents. She walked into the large area that would usually be buzzing with business but was now full of a feeling of fear and dread. She automatically looked over at the younger ones, some looked excited, some calm but most scared. Just about everyone in district 12 was scared when it came to the reaping. She signed in, frowning as they took a drop of a her blood and stood with her friends in their "pen". Their escort had to be the worst of all the escorts, she had swamp green hair and nails with a lime green dress that was just a little too short for her. She was sure after seeing reapings on the TV year after year that most escorts looked at least a little bit nicer or wore colours easier on the eyes. She moved her attention away from the horrible escort who she couldn't even put a name to and chatted to her friends as the later teens signed in and ran into their areas. "Hello, hello!" The voice of district 12's escort boomed through the speakers. "As always, I would love to say how excited..." Lar sighed as the woman in green went on and on, it felt as if she would never finish her speech and get on with pulling out the names. She tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of her who was biting her nails and smiled at her in a teasing way at her, the girl folded her arms over her chest before turning back to face the stage. The girl, Mia, was known for being a nervous wreak and Larissa couldn't help being a bit mean. Finally! She thought as the woman in green held her hand over the girl's bowl. Once this was done with, it would be no more chance for Lar being in the games. This was the moment she had been waiting for since she'd stood through her first reaping. "The girl tribute for district 12 is... Larissa Kalm!" The name bounced around the large area as Larissa took in an overly audible breath. Everyone around her had gone silent, her friends looked at her in horror, Mia had turned around and was wearing a mean smile. Larissa wasn't too sure what she needed to do for a moment. She didn't look at anyone as she began the death walk up to the stage. How many times had she watched people do this walk and felt waves of relief flowing through her as she stood safely with her friends? She was eighteen. This wasn't supposed to happen to her, she had been so calm, so sure. Her last name had been a perfect description, was a perfect description for how she looked now but she was dying on the inside. She was going to die. At the wonderful age of eighteen, she was going to die. She had nothing that would get her through the games. She had no skills, no survival skills, no fighting skills. She couldn't do this! She made it halfway to the stage before her legs gave way and she fell onto her knees. She screamed, a shriek that cut through the air and brought peacekeepers to her sides. Both her arms were taken hold of and she was dragged through the dirt onto the stage. By that time, the male tributes name had been called. Her vision was too blurred to see who the guy was but she was made to shake hands with him then she was lead off the stage. With her tear-filled eyes and sore throat, she felt like a child, not an eighteen year old. She felt like a twelve year old that had had their name called out at the reaping but she guessed there was never an old enough age to not react so badly to dying. Even a thirty year old would not want to die. She was going to die. -------------------- When she was in the Justice Building, she was given tissues and a nice lady she had seen around the district before pulled her into a quick hug before leaving the room. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, chucking her tissues in the shinny silver bin. The couch was too comfortable looking for her to just sit on it, she layed down on the leather, frowning at the noise it made and curled herself into a ball. She could almost fall asleep. Her peace was broken as the door to the room was opened and a large crowd of people entered the room. It was her family, of course it was her family, this must be the time for her to say goodbye to them. She slowly sat up and smiled at them. She hoped her eyes weren't red and swollen from crying, she didn't want to look weak in front of all her siblings. That was probably over with though, she'd screamed so loud... she'd given away that she was weak. Thinking of what she didn't want to think about, she was going to have to try and fit that into strategy if she wanted any chance of winning. Not that she had any chance of that actually happening. Her parents walked over to her first. She got pulled off the couch by her dad and pulled into a hug by both of them. "I'm sorry," she whispered to them both. She didn't know what else to say, what did you say to your family when you were going to die in some game because you had to be so unlucky to be picked? "It's not your fault, Larry Bear." Her dad told her, kissing her on the forehead as he pulled away from the hug. He smiled at her but there was obvious faking in the smile and in his next words. "It'll be all fine, we'll see you in a couple of weeks." Larissa laughed and shook her head. "Yep, I'll beat 'em all!" She said with a smile as fake as her father's. She turned to her mum then and just smiled at her. There was nothing else to be said, no fake hope given from her mum but no goodbye either. A shared smile would be the last thing between mother and daughter. Lar didn't expect anything more, this was enough for her and after a few moments she moved past her parents to all her younger siblings. She picked up her youngest brother, Kane, and kissed the tip of his nose. He was nearly three and so, so cute. She couldn't think of anything so wonderful in her life as him. "Don't die, Larry!" He cried, his head resting on her shoulder. "Don't die!" "I won't die Kandy Kane," she told him as she rubbed his back until he calmed down a bit. When he stopped crying she put him down on the ground and said her goodbyes that weren't goodbyes to her sister and one of her other brothers. All of her family had had different reactions but the middle sibling hadn't even bothered coming to say goodbye. Maybe he was too sad, maybe he'd thrown a tantrum... or maybe he didn't care. The door flung open then and five peacekeepers appeared at the door. "Time to go," one said and motioned for the Kalm family, all of them apart from Larissa and the brother that hadn't turned up, to leave the room. Kane jumped up and gave Lar one more quick hug but then they were gone. When the door opened again, her friends ran in with the same shocked expressions she had seen on their faces when her name had been called out. -------------------- Leaving the Justice Building felt harder than walking up to the stage. She knew there would be camera's waiting to film her getting on the train so she had to have an idea of what her strategy was now. She wasn't too sure, maybe play the weak girl? She felt like that wouldn't work for an eighteen year old, for a twelve, thirteen year old yes but not for someone her age. She needed another angle to play. A smile lit up her face and was quickly faded as she came up with the perfect idea. Family. She could play the family girl. It would work perfectly and she wouldn't have to act but the thought of having to mention her family while in the capital and... she shuddered. She would try it but she wasn't too sure it was going to work. Well, she was about to find out who the male tribute for district 12 was since she hadn't been able to see him up on the stage. She had found her missing brother, wearing the bravest face she had ever seen on him and like her, he was walking with a peacekeeper on his left and right. "NO!" LISTEN UP! THIS POST IS FOR NO ONE. IT HAS 1655 WORDS. SHE IS CURRENTLY WEARING DON'T CLICK, NO OUTFIT AND CARRYING A HAIR TIE. HER INJURIES ARE NONE. BY THE WAY, THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE :P. OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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