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(We'll start early dawn of Reaping day.)


Blaze

Blaze woke up early and looked out the window. Later this early evening the Reaping would start. Three males and three females would be taken to fight to the death on live tv while everyone watched and cheered for the killers.

Dixie

Dixie was snuggled under the thin blanket on her bed, trying to sleep. She knew if she woke up she'd have to face the Reaping. It was unavoidable but even still, she hated it.

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Shion was scared. He sat out by the fields where he had sleepy that night, surrounded by a heard of sheep as he clutched one of them close. He was scared. Burying his head into the soft wool of sheep fur, he scrubbed away the tears brimming in his eyes. Life was difficult for him, having to take care of five other siblings by himself. Not all blood related, but what did that matter when you had five hungry mouths to feed and multiple sheep to raise? He wasn't sure how many times his name had been shoved into the glass bowl. Between the standard accumulation, he had applied for Tessera so many times that he was sure that his chances of getting picked were very likely. He had to be strong though, for his siblings, especially for his younger brother who had just turned 12.

Waking up with the sun, Kardia yawned and rolled out of bed a grin on her face. Today was the reaping and she was going to get into the games no matter what. She had fought and trained for this day, learning the tools and expertise needed to survive in a desolate wasteland. She knew how to kill with a chair and a sharp mind would be all she needed to win. She was confident in her training

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Harlow nervously walk around the woods before she is due to gather for the reaping. Most of the trees are stumps now. But she doesn't mind. She sighs. This will be her last year. If she doesn't get picked this year she won't ever have to worry again.

Ryder has a cigarette in one hand and some alcohol in the other. He and his friends take a large swig, wincing at the burn that forms as they swallow it.
"Ryder do you think you could survive?" One of his friends ask.
"Of course!" Ryder replies. He takes in a long drag of his cigarette. "I'm by far the strongest and the most charming. Those are the only quirks you need in the games" he replies.
"Why don't you prove it!?" One of the drunkest asks.
"Maybe I will!" Ryder replies, not too sober himself.

Tempest is up and awake. She stares out at the water and watches dragonflies fly around the water. She is so focused on them that she almost doesn't hear her father walk up from behind her.
"Tempest you should be asleep" her father scolds
"I can't sleep.. what if I get picked! How will you run the business without me!? Tempest asks nervously.
"We'll find a way. Don't worry about us. Don't worry at all about this. Come in Tempest. Let's at least have some breakfast"

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Dixie couldn't take it any more. She woke up and got dressed in loose fitting green tank top and a pair of faded tan loose fitting shorts with a pair of flats and walked out.

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So it began. The torture that came early every morning had made its way in her life sooner than expected. A sudden thwack from a large hand hit her like a baseball bat. She immediately woke up and wanted to yell back at the one who hit her, but knew it would get her into more trouble. Today was the day she could get out of this, even if she had to risk her life. At least this would all end. “Wake up you little piece of sh**!” The figure yelled at her, grabbing her bony and skinny arm and pulling her off of the slab he slept on. “I’ve got something for you to do...” he growled, looking at her with angry eyes. Miko’s eyes grew fearful and her lip began to quiver. With one single look, this man could induce immense fear onto her. “B-but the Reaping...” she whimpered, looking up at him with a tear in her eye. “So you would rather die than live your life here? We gave you a home and food and now you turn your back on us?!?” He yelled at her, his eyes growing angrier with every word spoken.

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Harlow stops her walk to sit down on one of the stumps. She looks down at her locket, which shows a picture of her parents. They died when she was ten. She got a small inheritance but was forced to live with her grandma. She loved her grandma and was eager to help her whenever possible. She ended up spending most of her inheritance buying her grandma's house for her, because of that she was forced to work so they could live a livable life. She sighs as she stares at the locket. She thought she did good, but as usual her kindness came back to bite her. "If I get chosen I'll make you proud" she promises. "Even if that means being unkind"

Ryder stumbles back to his house, growing quite bored of his friends. He struggles to put on his tux but manages to do so after twenty minutes.
"Are you drunk again!?" His father shouts. Ryder ignores his father as he works on brushing his hair. "You must look good for our family!" His dad adds. Ryder rolls his eyes, annoyed that he bothered to listen in. He rubs a finger over the white lines on his forehead and cheek. Cuts from his equally alcoholic father.
"You done? Good" Ryder responds, feeling much braver now. He shoulders past his father and stumbles towards the stairs. "I'll win these games just to rub it in your face. Everyone will be screaming my name, I'll be famous and you'll be nothing more than a piece of dirt" he slowly moves down the stairs, careful not to fall. His father doesn't bother chasing him as Ryder walks outside.

Tempest enjoys this time with her family. She likes being home schooled and working from home. She gets along with her parents and younger siblings just fine. After she gets done eating, her and her mom get her prepared for the Reaping. She puts on a cute silver and white dress. She even bothers to curl her hair. When she is done her mother starts to cry. "You look beautiful Tempest" her mother says between sobs.
"Why are you crying mom?" Tempest asks, getting a bit teared up as well.
"I'm just proud of you... worried- but proud" her mother says simply.

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Miko breathed in deeply. In order to get out of here, she had to be brave. Braver than her parents when they had to make that choice, braver than these gambling jerks that threw her around like a paper wad. “Yes, actually.” She stood up with a confident look on her face, the fear had completely drained from her. “I’m tired of being some servant to you, forced to do what you ask. I’m going to win the games, then come back and make sure you never see the light of day again.” She said, the confidence in her rising. Her parents always tried to make sure she was a caring person, one that everyone would go to for help. Those words almost vanished as soon as she came here. She tried to keep that promise she made, but it was hard. She almost waited for the punishment the man would give her, but she couldn’t stop. “I’m going to come back and show you that I’m not someone you can treat like a piece of trash.” In her free time, she trained and trained, hoping that she would be strong enough to succeed. It was hard to do when all she had to eat was something the size of a small apple every week. She got dirty water to drink as well, and even that was rare. She had to win. All that suffering would be for nothing. She would win the games with the only harm done to others would be a scratch.

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Shion sighed and got up, brushing grass of his long and patchy shiry and dragged himself back into his home. Breakfast was being cooked by his oldest brother, already 22 and working full time to help sustain their struggling household. "Good morning." He muttered while climbing the steps to his attic room, hearing his brother call a greeting back. He grabbed an acceptable tunic, pulling it over his ratty shirt. His pants he couldn't do anything about, only having one pair. For his shoes, he laced a pair of working boots neatly, wrapping them in cloth to look more spiffy. He trotted downstairs to finally help his younger brother dress up.

Kardia sighed and grabbed the stupid dress she was forced to wear, throwing it aside in favor of an apron, bra, and pants which she tugged on quickly and meandered out to the workshop. She wanted to try and finish her latest masonry project before the reaping began. It would be a present for her master, a piece to show how far she'd come.

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She felt the force of a bus hit her as black filled her vision and she fell to the floor. The man had knocked her out, and now he was ready to “lock her up”. She regretted none of what she said, knowing that if she didn’t appear to the Reaping, there was a chance that the men would go down with her.

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Dixie headed out to the fields of 10 where cattle grazed under the rising sun. She sat on the fence and watched them graze, some would be butchered and their meat sent to the capital along with six tributes from her district. This spot was peaceful, she liked sitting here, though she wished Maddy was here.

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Before long, she woke up in a dark room with the only exit being blocked off. She had been in the room many times before, but still didn’t know how to get out of it. She sighed and sat there, hoping that she could get out of here before the Reaping.

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Blaze decided to try to get ready, and by try to get ready meant pacing her room until the sun rose, then she showered and scrubbed the dirt and grim from her district off of her.

Dixie decided to go find Maddy, she was to anxious to sit around and wait.

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She walked up to the door, wondering if anyone was outside of it. She banged her hand against it, hoping someone would get the message. “Get me out of here!” She weakly yelled. The same man came and lightly chuckled. “You want to go to the Reaping, ay? Get out of here and you’ll be able to go...” she could hear the challenging tone in his voice.

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With his siblings all dressed and ready, Shion slipped out of the house and stretched, breathing in the fresh air. His tunic was too long for someone of his size, billowing around him like a dress, but it was the prettiest clothing he had, embroidered lovingly by his late brother. Speaking of him, Shion trotted down to the city center to buy some flowers to lay at his brother's memorial and pray for continued safety.

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Blaze finshed showering and dressed in her outfit for the reaping, her Swing Dress With Lace Sleeve Detail* and a pair of flats to go with it. She combed out her hair and looked at herself in the mirror, she looked so much diffrent then her normal get up.

A girl about Miko's age heard banging on a door, she crept up to it and knocked on it. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

(*Blaze's dress here)

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Harlow decides to go the reaping in her current style of clothing. What would it matter? It's not like she is going to get picked anyway, right? "Worrying will make you wrinkle" her grandma always told her. It was a dumb motto, but she lived by it. She stretches her arms and begins to walk to where the reaping will be placed

Ryder pauses by somebody's house to puke in their bushes. 'Smoking and alcohol is not a good mix' Ryder thinks to himself in disgust as he wipes his mouth. He should've grabbed some water before he left, but it's not like he'll be going back at all. People give him odd looks as he passes. Sure his dad had a lot of money, but they both had a reputation. Ryder's was by far the worst. He was a cliché bad boy. Getting into many fights and trying to impress the best girls. He often got his own way...

Tempest walks with her family over towards where the reaping will take place. She anxiously holds both her mother and father's hands. Like every year, she was nervous. She was no fighter. How would she survive? She images turning into her lynx form and tearing someone apart, maybe sinking her teeth into their flesh. She wines at that thought. 'No' she decides 'I can't and won't do that'

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Several people pass by Harlow as they headed to the square of District 7, all wearing worried expressions on their faces. The dread was hanging over them as they all pondered the question if they would be the one to be picked.

A few girls passed by Ryder, one making a noise of disgust as they caught sight of him puking in the bushes before promptly picking up the pace to District 1's square.

A group of smallish girls, no older then twelve but looked ten up close, passed by Tempest as they hurried to District 4's square. A woman with lush red hair pulled up in a simple ponytail walked by Tempest with the air of grace about her, freckles popped on and around her cheeks just under the aqua blue eyes that had danger swiming in them. This woman in a slim short blue dress was much bigger in stature then Tempest, then it dawned on her, she was a career, she had trained long and hard for this day; and more then likely she would come out on top.

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*Talla was bench pressing 240 pounds in the gym of her fighting arena. She did her final bench and put the weights back on the bar. Her manager walked over to her and leaned on a piece of equipment* In the case of you getting picked, try to walk out of there alive. Your really good for business and your like a daughter to me *Talla took out her cigarette pack and popped one into her mouth. She was about to light it but her manager took it out of her mouth* And you gotta lay off of these *Talla stood up and walked to a different work out station* Where in the living hell is Maddy? *Talla looked at him* Probably doing her gymnastics stuff.

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A few girls about 16 walked by Talla, their chit chat was easily ignored. A smaller girl, a sweet one about twelve, stared up at her, she had been in training but wasn't very good with a sword but could nail a slingshot everytime with a slingshot. "How can you lift that much? Doesn't that hurt?"

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*Talka didn't look at the girl. She picked up the largest punching bag she could find and put it onto its hook* Pain is a state of mind. If you learn to block it out, your golden *Talla began to hit the bag with great force*

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