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(Sign Ups here! We'll start morning of Reaping)

Roxy
Roxy was already up trying to take care of her mornign chores before she got ready for what she knew would be hell.

Aurora
Aurora was sleeping for as long as she could, there was no school today nor work. The Reaping took prioraty over everything else, might as well get extra sleep, if you can.

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Sunlight peeks through the trees and shines onto Shiloh's face. She groans, not enjoying the fact that she is suddenly being woken up. She adjusts herself comfortably on the hammock, her hand reaching out to touch a body that wasn't there. She opens up her eyes, which are filled with disappointed when she sees that Milo is gone. Shiloh couldn't fall asleep last night, the stress of today kept her awake. So she did the only thing she thought was right, go to Milo. He reassured her all night that everything was going to be okay until she drifted off to sleep in his arms. She glances up, hearing the familiar sound of wings. A flock of various small birds lands onto the ground. They all merge into eachother, taking shape into Milo who gives her a smile.
"Good, you are awake, I have a surprise for you" he leads her to his shack, which he had built by himself. It was a single roomed house that had a small built in bathroom. It was just enough for Milo, who only came here to sleep and eat.
"What is this?" Shiloh asks with a gasp. On his bed was a beautiful dress, just her size. It was a red dress lined with gemstones over the front part. It looked very expensive. "Milo... How could you afford this?" Shiloh asks with a gasp.
"Don't worry about it... You deserve something special Shiloh" Milo replies. It took weeks worth of hard labor and a few skipped meals to afford this dress. But it was all worth it, just to see her smile.

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When Roxy finished her chores she headed into the house and showered, and by showered it was more of sitting in a large basin with luke warm water and took a small bowl to get her wet waist down and scrub herself with a sponge until she was clean. When she was finally done she found that her mother had laid out a dress for her to wear with matching flats. After she changed into it her mother came in and towel dried her hair, braided it, and pinned it up. Roxy looked at herself in the mirror, she hardly recgonised herself.

Aurora wore a simple soft pink sundress, her hair pulled in twin braids and a pair of black flats with kitten heels.

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Finn had just ended his night shift in the nuclear power plant, and headed home. He made his way into the shack that he called a house and took a shower. The reaping was starting soon, and he didn’t like the idea of going into the hunger games.

Marshal awoke to the sounds of his dad coming in from his night job and going to bed. He jolted up and hit his head on the ceiling, he hated being top bunk. His brother laughed from the bottom bunk, “You think that’s funny squirt?” He growled while jumping down.

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Milo goes into the bathroom to change into something presentable while Shiloh puts on her dress and tries to fix up her long hair. Both Shiloh and Milo ran away from their families at a young age, both for different reasons. Milo's parents were old drunks who often stole from him and beat him. Shiloh left because she didn't like the control her strict parents gave her. Although she does return from time to time, only to be driven away by her mother's remarks. She glances towards the bathroom door upon hearing it open. Milo takes baby steps out of the bathroom. His dress pants were tight and worn down and his shirt barley fit him. He had grown a lot since he wore this outfit back during his job interview two years ago.
"Don't say anything" Milo warns, already assuming Shiloh was going to make some lame joke about his outfit. He catches her having troubles zipping up her dress. A blush runs across his face as he steps towards her to help her out. "There" he turns her around so that she is facing the mirror. But Shiloh isn't looking at herself, she is staring at Milo, who doesn't seem to catch this.
"We look stunning" Shiloh whispers. She lowers her head, so that Milo can't catch her reaction. The chemistry between them was strong and clear, but both were heistant to speak about it.

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-=Derek; 76=-


Derek opened his eyes. He had not slept peacefully at all. In fact, quite the opposite. He'd been thrilled at the thought of the Games, so much so he was woken up at the slightest sound. Sitting up, he dressed down, out of loose fitting clothes and into his more preferred attire. His tuxedo was perfect, as per usual. Slipping on his gloves, he clenched and unclenched his fists a few times, making sure they fit just right. Walking up to the large mirror in his room, he grabbed he porcelain off the shelf just to the left of it. Brushing it off, he closed his eyes, fitting the cold material to his skin. Once he opened them, he saw what he called his "true figure," something hidden, yet still dangerous. Her ran his fingers across the knife, stained in red across his temple. Holding his fingers to the lips of the mask, he made a small gesture; a thank you to his family and ancestors. "Time for the Reaping, Seventy-Six. Are you ready?" He smiled behind his mask, his own voice bringing him a small bloodlust.

-=Chakti=-


Chakti stretched, rubbing his eyes and groaning. "Bloody hell, it's the Reaping later today isn't it?" He got up, changing into a pair of shorts and a now tight T-shirt. "Ah, this thing for just fine yesterday.." Pulling his crimson cloth across his eyes, he adjusted it until it felt comfortable. Tying it behind his head, he pulled it up a little. "Wonder if Emerson is up yet.." Looking out the window, he yelped a little. "Probably not.. It's just barely sunrise." He stretched everything quickly, then stepped outside and began a light jog, hoping he could catch Emerson in front of her house. "Maybe once around the area.."

Finn changed into his normal clothes, a tuxedo with a loose tie and unbuttoned jacket. He slipped his hands into his pocket and left his house. He could already see the crowd of people forming near the center of the town. “What a pain.” He said. His gas mask was on.

Marshal was about to wrestle with his little brother before his dad slammed through the door. “Enough! Get ready for the reaping! This isn’t a time for games.” He said while slamming the door. Marshal cursed and started getting dressed up.

Hailey Scott had already gathered in the town square of district 13, and waited.

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Milo, as usual, is the first to break away. He leans his body forward so that he is within Shiloh's view. He gives her a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's get going" he takes Shiloh's hand and together, they walk to the Reaping.
"I'm still scared" Shiloh admits. Milo can tell, the closer they get the paler Shiloh becomes.
"Don't be... Statistically your chances of being picked are low" Milo points out. The two wait for the blood/fingerprint scan before they head over towards the crowd.
"Say something... Please, distract me before I faint" Shiloh tells Milo, her voice catching slightly.
"Hey, hey, it's alright" Milo tells Shiloh as he rubs her back comfortingly. "Deep breaths Shiloh, how about this? Think about this afternoon? We both have off of work, how about you plan a-" date; the words are lodged in Milo's throat, panic stopping him from spitting it out. "Ah-.. something for us to do" Milo recovers. "We can do whatever you want. I'll even go to one of those boring films that you enjoy so much" Shiloh's smile was tight, how could she possibly think of fun in a time like this? But she appreciated Milo's effort.

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Aurora headed down to District Six's square and lined up with the other girls her age.

Roxy started down to District Ten's square and quickly stood with the other girls her age.

Eve was wearing a small yellow dress and a black rain boots as she ran to District Three's square for the Reaping.

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Floating peacefully among the ocean waves allowing the cold morning waves to pull him wherever it wanted, Kanata's limp body rocked along to the push and pull of the water letting all his worries seep away from his body. Floating in the sea was always a nice past time, it always felt like coming home after a long exhausting day. Floating, floating, push and pull, mindless and relaxing. With his long blue hair fanning out behind him, Kanata really did blend in with the water. Muffled yelling from the shore made Kanata scrunch his face up but he didn't even move to get out. He wasn't doing anything wrong just by floating in the sea, the instructors from the academy let him basically do whatever he wanted since he was one of the best students they had and he was going to age out of the system this year anyways. He was very suddenly and very rudely shaken out of his mussing when he was abruptly picked but by his armpits and lifted out of the water like a wet cat. Wriggling around to flop himself back into the sea, Kanata was dragged away unceremoniously, wet clothes clinging to his form as sand stuck to the soles of his feet as he dug them into the ground in an attempt to halt his assailant's actions. A loud and very familiar laugh cut through his struggling and Kanata pouted, resigning himself to his hate of being separated form his one true love, overenthusiastic laughter accompanying his defeat. "Do not be alarmed, Kanata! It is simply your childhood friend doing his duty to bring you to the Reaping!" The loud voice proclaimed shamelessly, cheerful laughter ignoring the heavy pout that Kanata was sporting.
"Unhand me you rogue." Kanata grumbled, allowing himself to be dragged towards the reaping.

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The darkness of the Sakasaki household was lit up as light glowed from under a closed door. Ominous mist poured from under the wood, filling the homey household with an uncanny sense of magic. This illusion was broken the moment a red haired woman mounted the stairs to knock on her son's door. "Natsume~ The reaping's starting soon, it's about time to get going." The woman called, smiling at her son's magical experiments. Although the family was just the run of the mill normal electricity workers, their home was full of undeniable warm magic that filled the hearts of anyone who stepped through the threshold.
"Just a moment, MAMA!" Came the reply before the close door was opened to let all the coloured smoke come pouring out. It was an unnecessarily dramatic way for Natsume to make his appearance but if there was one thing the kid liked, was it would most definitely be theatrics. It even elected laughter from his dearest mother so the child counted it as a win in his books. Being 12, this was Natsume's first Reaping and it would be an understatement to say that he was scared. The poor boy was absolutely terrified, and though he knew his chances of being selected were few, the fear of being a tribute had been ingrained in him since birth. He was undeniably proud to wear such fancy clothes for one though as he did a slow spin to show off his clothes for the day. "How do I LOOK, Mama?" He beamed, looking to his mother for encouragement.
"Absolutely beautiful." His mother replied with a smile, holding out her hand for her son to take. "Then, shall we depart? The show of magic and happiness will undeniably be so much better once we get all the doom and gloom out of the way."

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District 1. Specifically Crystal's home. It was anything but quiet, and Crystal was the only one still in bed. She had a pillow over her pink hair and groaned. Her little sisters were bouncing off the walls, making so much noise even Crystal couldn't fall asleep. The reaping was celebrated in Crystal's family, and since she was technically a career, she was supposed to enjoy the games. But she couldn't. She hated watching them, hated the blood, the death and the pain that followed it. Secretly, she hated the capitol. She hated Snow, but couldn't say that aloud. Her parents were practically in love with him. She remembered the time when he had visited 1 and stayed in there house. She thought he looked like a snake.

Emerson's hands were shaking. It was early in the morning, and she was up before anyone else. Why? She didn't know. She stumbled out of her bed, put on a white sundress. She decided to go outside, and tried, as silently as she could, to creep out the front door. She hide behind a wagon when the peace keepers walked by, and ran. She ran to get as far away as possible. She put her hand on the trunk of a tree. "May I rest here?" she asks the tree. In her mind, the tree responds yes. That was her power, communing with natural life.

Briar sat on her bed, brushing her long hair. She wasn't tired, but she knew her mother would be, so she decided to do it herself. She opened her closet and picked out this. She knew, that strictly speaking it was a cover up for a bathing suit, but she loved to wear it. She streched out and decided to read for a little while. She opened a book, and sat on her bed again.

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When teh Reaping finally started, it started with the short "movie" on the Dark days, a reminder of how there was a war and how after it the Hunger Games were born to keep the peace.

The names in the bowls were arleady picked for each girl and boy, everyone held their breath as the escorts made their way to them.

(Everyone's in charge of their own district's reaping.

REAPING RULES REMINDER: This year on the 150th anual Hunger Gagmes, as a reminder to the rebels that teh Capital has the greatest power, the tributes will be choosen by the Capital citizens. (Meaning every tribute will be picked by the Capital citizens.))

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Crystal's stomach dropped into her shoes. "Oh no." she whispered. Her hands were shaking slightly, whether from nerves or lack of sleep, she didn't know. Her little sisters were bouncing in place, and she resisted the urge to strangle one of them.


Emerson just stood quietly, trying to hide the dirt on her legs. She looked down at the ground and watched her feet. She wasn't listening but tensed up, instinctively. She couldn't say anything, so she didn't try to.

(will do Briar and Belitrks later)

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When Shiloh hears her name get called her heart drops. "No" the words escape her without her hearing them. "No! No! No! NO!" She screams. Why her!? Why did the Capitol choose her!? Milo wraps his arms around Shiloh, his eyes were wide and tears were streaming down his face. Shiloh feels one of his tears land onto her cheek. Peacekeepers forcefully separate the two; two of them holding Milo back while one drags Shiloh forward.
"Please! Not her!" Milo begs. He wriggles out of the Peacekeepers' grip and races forward to grab Shiloh's hand. The two grip eachother's hands for dear life. They stare at eachother. There is obvious fear in both of their eyes, but there is something else. Sadness? Love? Heartbreak? Maybe even a combination of the three. It paralyzes the both. One Peacekeepers roughly wraps his arm around Milo's throat, the jab making him abruptly tear his hand from Shiloh. Eyes stare at Shiloh as she is practically thrown onto the stage. Her dress is torn at the shoulder, and her hair is messy. She shuts her eyes as hard as she can to stop the flow of tears and she falls onto her knees. Her fate was now sealed.

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Crystal can't move. It appears that sapphire have erupted from the ground and literally immobilized her. Fear alight in her eyes, she shuts them and tenses up. She can feel her little sisters eyes on her. One of them bursts into tears. "Don't like the games so much now." she though bitterly, recalling her sisters joyful shouts not an hour before. "Don't worry Jewel, I'll come home." she says, hugging her sister, pricks of doubt stabbing behind her eyelids. She starts walking when she catches the eye of her best friend, Rania. She looks horrified, and in that moment Crystal knows that she has to come home.


Emerson's fists are clenched. Her green eye fills with tears, while her blue eye shimmers. (She has two different color eyes). A tear drops onto the grass below her, and the grass seems to cling to her feet. Pure horror etched on her face, pure sadness reflecting in her eyes. Her mother breaks down, sobbing. Her father can't meet her eyes. They all know she's not coming back. When her eyes meet that of her girlfriend, tears fall down her cheeks. She makes her way to the stage, not saying anything.

Briar's eyes show no sadness, only resolve. She is determined to come home. She is determined to see her friends one more time. She glares at the capitol members, with a sort of furious hatred. She stands strong, with her arms crossed. On the inside, she's having a mental breakdown. Fear courses through her, even if she refuses to show it.

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Adelaide, unlike most of the other District 2 citizens, did not enjoy thinking about the reaping, and when dawn broke on this signature day, her movements were relatively unhurried, and perhaps a little more stiff than usual. Most of the other tributes parted for the snowy-haired brute, shuddering at the appearance of those snowy wings, the faintest edges of unease tainting their gazes. They were afraid of her, and righteously so. Adelaide's strict, cold nature had never gotten through to most people; it was up to them to guess her thoughts behind her stoic mask. Nightmares, and the brutal days at the Academy, had driven away any sort of youth. The girl grew into a woman through those dreary days, and while she was still the wild, solemn girl from her earlier days...the days grew darker and poisoned her soul along with it.

A pair of steel-strong arms wrapping around Adelaide's two shoulders like a boa constrictor jolted Adelaide out of her thoughts, just as she felt - rather than heard or saw - Kardia's presence. Adelaide's usually stoic mask fell away for a second, a low purr (that is, as a note, only audible to Kardia) rumbling through her chest, as she used her wing to tug the redhead into something resembling an embrace. She could feel the other's sarcastic chuckle vibrate as if she were the one laughing. It was quite unlike her, always, to be the sentimental one, with rare exceptions such as this. She couldn't stay long; the reaping would be calling them both apart soon, but the fae was more than willing to keep the Peacekeepers waiting for this. Their two children were likely at home; tucked into bed and perfectly unaware of their surroundings. They knew what it was, of course, and today, Adelaide could only afford them that one small mercy. Soon Adelaide drew away from her lover, urging the other to take her spot, and mostly to keep out of trouble. Since Kardia was getting close to 19 years, it was more and more unlikely that she would be reaped. But for Adelaide...at the ripe age of 18 years, the chances of being reaped were high. But she had long-stopped feeling fear; the latent bloodlust in her blood laughing scornfully at such emotions. She forced her eyes to harden, allowing for a swift, cold, wind brought down from the heavens to steel herself; yet her hands, her body still trembled with emotion. With a shake of her head, she went on, blending into the thick mass of children.

Adelaide hated crowds and the sheer suffocating essence marred whatever sense of calm inside her being. Her breathing, imperceptibly quickened, each breath that she took snagging in her throat. Too much noise, it was confining her inside her body. She kept her eyes upwards; focused upon the gaudy escort and the two crystalline bowls filled to the brim with pure white sheets of paper. There had been rumors today, that this was not randomized anymore, that the Capital citizens were going to pick. While a small portion of her questioned, sincerely, the logistics of that all, it was drowned out by the rage-filled roar in her ears, ensconcing her in its white noise. She'd witnessed countless examples of the Capital's vanity and entitlement in the swagger of the Peacekeepers, but this since crowned it. Over the years, despite not being very verbal, the fae hadn't made any attempt to hide her disgust. Her father had once tried to beat it out of her; mercilessly carving stripes into her back. But the opinion had never changed. The entire square seemed to be holding its breath as the Capital escort reached into the ball of names.

"Belitrks Lexito." summoned a tall dark-russet-headed fae, eyes set dead ahead, and shoulders back. Most of those present had been training for ten years, as cutthroat and as grueling as Adelaide herself had been trained. Not just physically, but mentally. They did not falter, did not wither. And the cold fae didn't either. Not even when her own name was plucked out of the bowl next.

Time stopped then, surely, as the name Adelaide Constantius was called by the escort. Of course, they'd picked her. The Capital and fate itself sure had a wry sense of humor. Her head shifted slightly, cocked like a puppy looking at its master. Somewhere, she knew that Kardia was raging, seething perhaps with rage or dismay that her loved one was being taken away. But nobody was crying as Adelaide saw herself up to the stage next to the escort, her eyes as cold and as vicious as the winter wind.

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-=Derek; 76=-

Derek stood still as a statue, having somehow already made his way to the Reaping. No sooner had a name been called had he shouted "I volunteer as Tribute!" Holding his hand up in the sky, he smiled behind his mask. They see me now. Good. He started walking towards his destination. His first destination, that is. The stage. His true destination was to shatter the skull of the man in charge of this. He was hungry for blood, for violence against Snow. And because of one thing: So many had called him Snow's lapdog. He hated it, and now he had a chance to prove that Snow meant nothing when compared to Seventy-Six, Derek Urtik. His family was at fault too, but they had to wait until after Snow. Feeling a Peacekeeper grab an arm, he stopped and glared. The mask radiated his rage, and the Peacekeeper reluctantly let go. Brushing off his sleeve, Derek continued on his way. The female tributes were already on the stage. EVe, as he recalled one of them being. But they clearly didn't recognize him. He'd been hidden for most of his life, unable to speak to really anybody. Now's My chance to be up and seen. Can't stop it now, my insolent family.


-=Chakti=-

Having not found Emerson on his jog, Chakti had decided to simply go to the Reaping, lest he be late. Blood and fingerprints were taken, then he stepped to a place he could see the stage. "Chakti Draknov!" He blinked. He was a little late after all, then? He felt a gaze of hell travel down and look at him, and he shivered, then started shuffling forwards. He heard other people, crying, screaming, not wanting to leave their loved ones. His parents were away, so they had no clue. He felt himself get taken into the Peacekeeper's grasp, contained away from the rest of the group.

"No." Cerise Constantius was standing behind Kardia, shaking. She had left the house anyway, she was as trained as her mother, yet her voice broke. She had auburn colored hair, not quite as vibrant as Kardia's yet not as blonde as Adelaide's. She was usually very rebellious, and yet the rebel looked horrified, and heartbroken. She knew she wasn't meant to be sad, but she couldn't help it. She managed to stay where she was, but it took all her strength.

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Finn sighed as his name was called, Everyone in district 13 turned and looked at him. He slowly started to walk up
to the stage, pushing people out of the way. “What a pain.” He said while standing on the stage waiting. Some of the people in district 13 were actually relived that he got picked, they thought he was a freak because of his strange abilities and his gas mask. Hailey got picked next, and walked up to the stage, she had turned invisible out of embarrassment, and revealed herself when they got on stage.

Marshal and his family waited in the crowd of district 12, Their district was actually a lot bigger then most, and they could barely see the stage. But it didn’t take long for Marshal’s little brother to be picked. His little brother started bawling as the peacekeepers started to drag him away. Marshal looked down and bit his lip, the screams of his little brother leaving were horrible. They were so bad that he couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ll take the brats place. I volunteer as tribute!” He yelled with a groan. The peacekeepers released his brother and he ran back and jumped onto Marshal, “Thank you big bro” he cried. “Get the hell off me! Thank me when I get back!” He said while going to the stage. Even though he was wearing fancy clothes, you could tell that he was pretty beat up. He had many bandages covering his faces, and smears of dirt from working in the mines.

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I'll write for her later

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