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 D7 REAPING, 122nd Hunger Games
 Posted on: Nov 23 2017, 10:41 AM
Seize the Day
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The crowds had gathered for the announcement of their tributes for the 122nd Hunger Games! The potential candidates were all lined up and waiting with bated breaths to see who was to be announced their district's tributes.

We are so very proud to announce that the tributes for the 122nd Hunger Games are:


May the odds be ever in your favour...
Robyn Thistila
 Posted on: Nov 24 2017, 06:43 PM
"Why be sad when you can smile?"
Posts: 166
Rep: 11 pts

It was an absolutely beautiful day in District 7. She had only been awake for a few minutes, but as she sat up in bed listening to the birds outside, Robyn could already tell today would be a good one. She’d gotten up earlier than usual that morning, which was saying something. She made it a habit to always wake up before the sun. Robyn swiftly moved through the little house, graceful and silent, like the springtime breeze. Always gentle, never fussy. That’s what Robyn was. She had to make sure to look her extra best today, she didn’t want to look badly compared to the other girls. Maybe today they’d be nice to her. Maybe today, they’d see the pretty dress she wore and give her a compliment. Because today, the impossible became possible, the highest became the lowest and everyone was in the same boat. Today was the reaping day.

Everyday she woke up with the same hopes and dreams, same smile on her face, and same bright outlook on the day to come. She’d go into her parents room, quiet as can be, and look into her mother’s big, beautiful, mirror. She would meet those mousey brown eyes of hers and look them dead center. “Today’s the day, Robyn! Today’s the day something amazing is going to happen, just you wait!” she’d murmur to herself. Every single morning she’d tell herself this, and she would believe it with all her heart. She crept quietly out of he parents room and back to hers. Her mother had worked so hard to make her dress, she wanted Robyn to feel just as pretty as the other girls. Because she was, and she deserved to know it. It was a cute little thing, nothing spectacular by far, but it was perfect for Robyn.

She performed her morning routine of washing and getting dressed. She put her hair up in a neat little bun, completing the look with a white flower to match her dress. She smoothes her dress out, trying her best to make herself look as clean as possible. Her head looks up at the sound of a sad voice. “Oh...Robyn...don’t you just look gorgeous” her mother murmurs. Robyn smiles, quickly crossing over to her. She wraps her arms around her, comfortingly hugging the distraught woman. “Don’t cry mom, please? It’ll be alright, I promise.” A promise she couldn’t really keep or break. But she had complete faith that Gaia would never let anything bad happen to her or her family. Robyn as always, was optimistic.

Breakfast goes by quickly, Robyn trying to fill the solemn silence with bright smiles and chirpy conversation. Usually, her parents would be glad to conversate with their sunshine girl, but today was the chance they could lose the sun forever. They had every right to be concerned. But Robyn was quick to find the silver lining. Every year she’d remind them how close she was to being done with the Hunger Games forever. “After this reaping, I’ve only got two more! Then we’ll never have to worry about it again” she’d chirp, almost on cue. And soon after would follow “Ohh, look at the sun rise! It’s so pretty today!” And Robyn would hop up and go to her favorite window nook, the one where you could see the horizon over the tips of the forest just perfectly, and she’d sit in awe of the beauty before her. Like clockwork.

The reaping ceremonies were always a drag, but Robyn was always patient, polite. She’d use her manners in trying to get through the crowds of grim faced teenagers. She always felt bad to see the little ones at their first reapings, there were always tears to be had. She wished she could give them a big hug and tell them that there was nothing to be afraid of. But there was everything to be afraid of. No one from District seven ever came back from the games. Robyn could remember watching last year as their girl tribute was the first to fall. The boy didn’t last much longer, torn apart by horrible monsters unlike Robyn had ever seen. It gave her chills just to think about it. “Hi Sal! I’m sure glad the weather is so nice, It’d be rough having to stand out here in the rain, huh?” she grins upon seeing one of her friends from school. Friends was a loose term. Robyn could believe it all she liked, but Salema, much like the other girls, couldn’t stand Robyn. She tormented the girl, like a ruthless bully, but for some reason, Robyn always stuck around when she wasn’t wanted. “Like a parasite” Salema would say.

Salema already looked very uncomfortable, given it was the reaping day and all, but her frown only seemed to grow upon hearing that bright bubbly tone that could only belong to Robyn Thistila. She turns around, narrowing her eyes at the blonde. “I guess.” she mutters blandly. Robyn looks around, confused at not seeing any of Salema’s usual entourage. “Hey, do you mind if I stand with you?” Robyn asks meekly. Nobody should stand alone on reaping day. Especially not when Robyn can keep them company. Salema crosses her arms, jutting out her lower lip. “Robyn. Any other day, I would tell you to get lost.” Salema growls. “But since today know...I guess you can stay” she sighs, rolling her eyes. Robyn perks up immediately, giving the moody girl a gentle hug. She knew it’d be today! Salema Darrow was finally being nice to her. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship! Maybe after the reaping, we can go out in the woods, I’ll show her all my favorite spots...I could even t-Robyn Thistila!

Yeah?” she asks, looking to Salema, who stares at her, jaw dropped with wide eyes. “What?” Robyn asks again with a laugh, looking down at her dress in belief that something was off with her appearance. She’d been so deep in thought that she hadn’t paid any attention to the ceremonies. They’d gone by in a flash, and the reaping escort had just called the name of the female tribute of the 122nd Hunger Games. Robyn looked back up, just beginning to notice the burning eyes gazed in her direction. “What..” she murmurs again, more softly as the realization starts to sink in. But only as the peacekeepers begin to approach her does she start to panic. Tribute!? Me!? No! I can’t...I can’t...I’d make a lousy tribute… She swallows a rough breath as she follows the peacekeepers up to the stage.

Robyn! Pull yourself together! Have you forgotten so easily what Gaia promised you? You’re going to be fine. Think of this as a great’ve won the chance of a lifetime to go to the capitol. You could win this. She assures herself. I could win this. She looks out into the sea of faces as she stands next to the colorful escort. It made her feel woozy, all those eyes on her. But she couldn’t help but feel excited about the sudden change in her life. She slowly raises a hand, softly waving as she pulls on her brightest grin. She wasn’t scared, she had faith. Stranger things have happened.

Today was the day the impossible, became possible.

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Oren Manning
 Posted on: Nov 28 2017, 04:02 PM
Lead Climber
Posts: 88
Rep: 4 pts

The house was quiet. Not that the Manning family talked a lot when they were home. One wouldn’t believe it if they were told that Oren could stay quiet for more than an hour, certainly when you saw him on the street everyday. No, people mostly heard him before they saw him. Oren Manning was loud and yet he didn’t dare to open his mouth when he could feel his father’s gaze on him.

It was always quiet in the house, but it seemed like no one even dared to breath on reaping day.

It was his last year. The last year one of the Mannings could be send into the games. Marianne was already considered an adults and adults didn’t participate in the games. One more year and he would be an adult too. Both him and Aspen would be adults. His boyfriend had already made plans to get their own house so neither of them had to saw those looks their family mostly gave them after admitting they had been seeing each other that day. The only person that didn’t judge him, was his sister.

The perfect girl, the golden apple of the family. Oren was jealous of her and yet he couldn’t hate her. She was his best friend. The only one who understood him, the only one who was genuinely happy for him.

The sound of a stool scraping over the ground dragged the boy out of his thoughts back to the moment. ”It’s almost time. You should get ready.” The soft voice of his mother broke the silence and Oren just nodded while he pushed himself to his feet. The boy tugged his pants on, pulled his shirt over his shoulders and let his sister fasten the small buttons. He just smiled at her when she moved her hand through his hair, murmuring that he could at least try to make himself look decent.

”I already have a boyfriend, I don’t need to look hot anymore.” Oren chuckled, but the smile quickly faded away when he saw the look on Marianne’s face. ”Hey, I’ll be fine. Only one more year left, what can go wrong?”

If he had known what would happen only an hour later, he would’ve stayed inside the house even when he knew the peacekeepers would come for him.

Oren drew in a breath when the needle pricked in his finger. As soon as he was allowed to leave, his dark eyes searched for the familiar face he had fallen in love with. ”You look like you’ve seen a ghost, so pale.” Goosebumps appeared on the place where warm breath rolled over his skin and his fingers curled around Aspen’s. ”Everyone looks pale on reaping day.” He planted a soft kiss on the other one’s lips before he dragged the tall boy with him to their spot among the other eighteen year old boys. ”I wonder how far we’ll come now. Someone has to make up for the tributes from last year, right? Would my pretty face do?” Oren threw his hair back while he was grinning widely, mimicking the girls he saw everyday.

It was almost weird how he seemed to be able to make everyone around him relax with his little jokes while he could feel how the knot in his stomach only became tighter.

Just like everyone else, he became quiet when the escort appeared on stage. He ran his thumb over Aspen’s held while he listened to what they had to say. ”I wonder if that smile is stuck on their faces. Must be hard if someone wants to kiss them.” Aspen snorted and it was only because of that, that he almost missed the name of the female tribute. Robyn Thistila. He recognized that name vaguely, but he couldn’t say he had ever met the girl.

”Poor thing. She doesn’t even seem to realize she’s likely going to die. Look at her.” No jokes this time, he genuinely felt sorry for her. Oren was so busy looking at the blonde girl that was waving at people. It was only when he heard the soft ’No.’ rolling over Aspen’s lips, that he realized the escort must’ve called out the name of this year’s male tribute. A grin was plastered on his face and he just wanted to make a comment when he noticed how everyone was looking at him.

The grin slowly faded and he grabbed Aspen’s hand tighter. ”This is a joke, right?” The boy called out, desperately wanted people to start laughing. Oren swallowed when he saw the peacekeepers moving in his direction. He could feel how Aspen breathed in, probably to let everyone know he would volunteer as tribute. ”I vol…” Before he could finish his sentence, Oren clasped his hand in front of his mouth to muffle the rest of his words. ”No.” Before he could protest, he pulled his hand out of his, took a deep breath and started to walk forward right before the peacekeepers got to him.

He forced a smile on his face, a smile that curled into a grin by the time he had reached the stage and climbed on it. This was a joke, this was all a big joke.

He’ll prove the games were nothing more than one big joke

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