((*leaves tiretracks on the ground as we speed away*))

(^ XD Shall I post what I have for the reaping?)

((sure. go ahead. we want the reapings done as well as they can and ASAP.))

Bored, I waited in the fifteen-year-old section as they pulled my name out of the ball. “Lianna Amoran!” the person from the Capital called. I sucked in a breath. I had been chosen! I grinned and sauntered up to the dais and waited for my counterpart to join me. I wondered who it was going to be. But, as I was trying to stay cocky, I caught sight of my little nephew’s tearful face, right next to my boyfriend’s hopeless face. I looked away. I would not break down in front of my home District.


I looked down and smoothed my dress. I hated the thing it was lumpy and didn’t fit right, being made from the nicest scraps of cloth we could find. It should have been burned. We lived in the textile District, yet we had horrible clothes. I looked up again and the first thing that caught my eye was the head Peace keeper. I didn’t know his name but I knew him. He grinned, and I realized. This wasn’t some random drawing. It was rigged! I had caused too much trouble to be ignored, but too little to make an example of. So they were sending me off to the Hunger Games to be disposed of. I grinned my signature crazy grin. This was going to be fun.

(I'll do her reaction to Danny and the farewells after Grrrrrr posts)

((awesome reaping :D))

((*just leaves this here* Sorry it's long! D:))

As I opened my eyes, I was blinded by the sunlight. Searching around for my glasses, I quickly found them and shoved them on my nose. Apparently I had fallen asleep in the grass again, because neither my house or my bed were near. My name is Dennis Jones, and I live in District Three with my father and my twin sister. My father is a well-known Technician, so he's not home a lot. My sister, Daisy, and I take care of the house while he's gone. I cook, she cleans. We have a mutual agreement about never complaining. I looked around, wondering why I felt so dizzy. Like I was supposed to be nervous about something....
“Dennis!”
I sat up and turned to see my twin running towards me, out of breath and panicked. She was wearing unusually nice clothes, at least for her.
“What's wrong? Did something happen?” I blinked.
“No, you nincompoop! The reaping is about to start!”
I bolted to the house, throwing on the nicest things I could find in a minute, and ran out the door. I'm going to be late for the reaping, I thought, I'm going to be late and get punished. I strapped on the skates I had make out of different old things of my father's and sped away.
Just as I rounded the corner and joined fellow District Threes, an official glanced my way and gave me a look of disapproval. I wasn't late, but barely. Heart racing, I tried to regulate my breathing as other boys my age whispers things such as “Nice one” and “Slick move, nerd”. Of course, the nerd insult. Isn't it overrated? Sure, I have glasses. Sure, I like to tinker and build things with old tools. Sure, you all are complete losers. But still, isn't it? Ever since we were kids, people had teased Daisy and I because we were blonde. See, blonde twins don't usually happen here. Most of the population has dark hair, whereas we were an oddity. Our mother was blonde too, but she was recognized as gifted in her line of work. Of course, since she was “special”, she never got picked on. At least that's what father said. She left him while we were still young, about age four, and soon after got killed in an electrical accident. He still misses her a lot, but we can't even begin to imagine what it feels like.
Looking up at the stage, all I could hear was the stop of the yammering of the Capitol rep. Everyone's breathing had stopped as well.
“Now, it's time to pick our tributes.”
I watched that hand fish around in the bowl. That greasy, selfish, greedy Capitol hand. It was ladies first, every year, so I cringe to see who will be picked. The moment building up and every sign of movement from the crowd has disappeared. We were all statues as the rep open their mouth and called out the name of the first tribute.
My sister.
The first thing that rushed in was nausea. I couldn't think straight. My twin. She was going in the Hunger Games. How could this happen? My sister....
As she made he way cautiously to the stage, I grabbed the back of her dress. There was a quiet yelp, ad she turned to face me.
“What are you DOING?” She hissed.
“Saving your butt.”
I let go of her and strode up to the stage myself. There were a few confused faces, and I walked right through them.
“Um, excuse me? Are you Daisy?” The crowd laughed.
“No. I am her brother, Dennis. I'm taking her spot.”
“That's impossible. There can be one girl and one boy tribute, young man. I suggest you get down this instant and send your sister up.”
“I'm so sorry, but I can't do that. My sister is the most precious thing to me. I can't let her go in. Pick another girl, just don't send Daisy. She can't do it. Please.” I stared into the rep's eyes, asking for mercy. The rep hesitated, looking back at other Capitol scum, and looked back at me.
“Okay.”
So I took my place on stage as she called another name. I could feel the whole place staring at me, but I held my head high. I don't care what they think. I'm protecting my sister.

((i need missracoon to do jenks' reaping.))

((So mine was okay? o_o;;; :sweat:))

((oh yeah it was actually one of the better ones i have seen in a while. i read hunger games fanfics all the time, and that was pretty high up on my list. now get back in the batmobile, me batman.))

(Yeah, the way he volunteered was interesting. Also, SORRY GUYS. I wasn't on, my laptop was screwing around.)

((That was really good! I hope mine was okay.))

((I have done Jenks's reaping already link so do we wait for everyone now or...oh and awesome reaping kaboomgirl!))

((derr. stupid old me. argh. im sorry. *head book*))

I stood happily waiting for the boys name to pulled out so I could volounteer. Te escort was giving some bill to whit about how shell do in the games until she moves over and pulls out the name," James Rain," I look at the little boy who has just been picked and I can't hold onto the shoutso I shout out," I VOLOUNTEER my names crake and don't give me any bull," I take my place and smirk as we're taken inside.


Sorry of its short I will make it bigger if you like

(("...and don't give me any bull!" i love your character XD))

( thanx)

reaping day
I stand in line beside all the other girls waiting for this to be over. this was a stupid, crappy day. it was raining, it was cold and my mother had thought that this was perfect weather for me to be wearing my black, sleeveless, knee-length dress. and on top of all this, two people were about to be chosen to fight to the death. gawd, dont ya just LUV reaping day?!?
i stood there playing with strands of my hair not really listenin to Lady-whateves-u-call-her standing at the front going on about the honour of being a tribute. oh yes! i think ill just volunteer rite now and witness the honour of killing some random innocent people!!!!!!!!!!! damn the capital........

20 minutes later...........

FINALLY after 6 video clips, 4 speeches and a parade we move on to the reaping. obviously its always girls first. lady pink-hair-high-heels walks over to the jar with all the names. she puts her hand in, digs aroung a bit and finally pulls out a name.

Draven Shadows

oh crap.....
everyone turns around to stare at me, and when i say everyone i dont just mean about a quarter of the people there. i mean EVERYONE.
"What are u looking at?!? im not a steak!" i snapped on my way up to the stage, which got me some dirty looks from some of the guards. a thing u should know about me is that ive got a bad attitude and im a goth which makes it 10 times worse.......
i turn my head around to see my mother standing with her video camera giving me the thumbs up. this was officially the most embarassing day of my life
i step up onto the stage. lady lip-gloss-glitter-fairy hobbles over to me in her limited edition chanel shoes.
"well, are u excited Draven?"
i give her one of my evilest stares. she immediately walks away and over to the boys jar. im not really sure who the boy tribute is. i was 2 busy wondering if theyre gonna make a jackass 4 and if they do will i be alive to see it..........
me and the random boy tribute who im not really sure of rite now are taken off the stage. Lady everything-pretty-and-pink hobbles along behind us.
"oh dear gawd just kill me now......" i mutter.

((Nice reaping!))

((okay guys. i have a major announcement.
seastar4374, who is rochelle andrews from D11, has dropped out. so just to let you guys know, there is ONE spot left. anyone interested can take it and be a good D11 girl. thank you.))

(The girl who applied earlier but wasn't let in could take her spot.)

((oh yeah. good idea.))

(You could message her.)

((just did.))

(Cool. Also, how many reapings are we waiting for?)

((umm....let me get back to you on that. that is confusing for me to do right now. sorry.))

(Okay. No worries.)

Name: Paisley
Age: 17
District :11
Job: Harvester
Tiny and fast, strong and able to climb and hide in very small places, able to take care of herself and others if need be.
Pic:

The Reaping:

I woke up on that HOT morning, not wanting to get out of bed for I knew it was the WORST day of the year for kids ages 12-18. I am 17, I have been hating this day every year for 5 years, yet, I have been one of the lucky ones each of those 5 years. Here we go again, 6 years in a row......

I slowly get out of bed, my very small and very unsteady home is hot, my Mother is already up preparing the very little food we have for breakfast. She stands there cooking and will not turn around to look at me, I say "Mom, it's ok, even if I am picked, I am strong" she then turns around and comes towards me with tears in her eyes. She hugs me and we both sob at the very thought of me leaving her and Dad alone and me out there to die.

After finishing up some cornmeal cakes for breakfast we get dressed in our nicest clothes. Mom and I don't have very many choices when it comes to clothes, but we do have a select few that we keep in the closet for "Special Occasions". Would I consider this a special occasion? NO, but we are expected to dress nicely, so we do. We then head out to the town square where there are already most of the other kids, paired off into age groups. My Mother walks with me to sign in and then I say a sweet goodbye to her. I give her a hug and kiss and tell her not to be sad. I then join the other girls of my age.

I was VERY anxious, scared and didn't know what to think to be honest. I stood there where we were surrounded by capitol police and other prominent figures of the capitol. Then 2 very prestigious figures stood on the stage and started to speak about the "Hunger Games", we watched videos from past "Hunger Games" and then it was time, the worst moment of the year for all kids between 12-18. The girls were called first, and as we all waited anxiously the name was called, it was......

Paisley

I didn't think I heard correctly, I almost fell to my knees not knowing what to do. The capitol police had to help me to the stage. I stood there in utter shock and just watched my Mother loose it in the distance, my heart was then broken and I had so much sadness in me, but also, I had so much hate for the capitol that I knew I would do my best to come out on top of this horrible game.......

((Everyone's reapings are fantastic O:))

((^yes they are. ohai batman. :D))

((Ohai dere Robin.))
((*excited for when the actual Games start* :D))

((I am excited for them too :D))

((so excited for teh games too....
btw, hate to say it, but duh only one person wins. and its not gonna be me; Phoenix_Tears called dibs on killing me. so....argh. who is, uh....gonna die? who will win?))

((Well, I have no idea. :| 23 OCs are gonna die.))

((me neither. idk. sorry. argh.))

((I guess we'll just see where it leads. Maybe the people who's characters die could be like Game Masters...?))

((@Flab I was only joking ^_^ And what do you do when your character dies?))

((aw....you were? *head desk* i am REALLY dumb in that case.
i guess i will go in third person point of view as my district watches the hovercraft take me away i guess. idk. i cant narrate my own death so....eeyup. @kaboom, interesting idea. i like the way you think, me batman.))

((You know you like the way I think.))

((I would like for Whit to die...perferably beheaded, i don't really want any of my characters to win though i would like for Jenks to survive for a while, but i am positive that i don't mind my characters getting killed off so anyone wanna call dibs xD))

((Yeah that is a good idea @Kaboom...or you could be people from the capitol or the districts like you said @Flab))

((Dennis only kills if he has to, so no dibs on my part.))

((^wait....no one kills dennis unless he kills them? argh. *head desk* batman, you know im dumb. you arent the riddler, btw.))

((Eheheheh. I mean that Dennis only kills when he has to to stay alive. He doesn't kill just to get rid of people, only when HE'S in danger.))

((oh. DUH. *head desk* i must be dumber than a bag of hammers. so....will he die? that was my original question.))

((Most likely, yes. It depends on the situations before him. And you are NOT dumb, Robin. >:U))

(I want Karrae to survive until maybe the final 8 and then die but maybe Jacob could survive.Or at least get killed in the final 3 or something.)

Okay so all of the spots for the tributes RP are filled up.

What's next?

((not sure if everyone has posted their reapings. tonight i will check off the list and message whoever hasnt done their reapings yet. then we can do a short train ride, then the opening ceremonies, i guess.))

(Awesome. I've posted my two.)